The old railroad bridge, built about a hundred years ago, long before the dams along the river made it all a big lake from Idaho to the Pacific. Originally (before the dams) it was 261 feet from the bridge to the river and 3920 feet long. That is a lot of steel!
Yesterday I went fishing, actually I accompanied a fisherman!
Charlie inited me to go with him to visit a fish hatchery some distance away.
Along the way we stopped to fish in the Tucannon river just before it merges with the Snake. It was a lovely spot. Charlie fished for a couple of hours and I watched. If I had fished too, I would have done the same thing: watch.
Still it was a good day. He got a few bites, but no fish. To me that meant that I was a bad luck charm, but he said, no he had some good bites and some good nibbles and it was good.
Not many people live in that part of the state. The farms are huge, often 8 or 10 sections of land (640 acres to the section), but it is dry land farming, with a harvest every other year, so it takes a lot of land. Right now harvest is underway (a month late) and there is a good bit of truck traffic.
A guy was sick in bed. Had surgery and was not doing well. Before he went i for the procedure, he tore out the cabinets in his kitchen, in preparation to putting new ones in.
But he didn't get it done very fast, what with being sick.
So a couple of carpenter friends dropped by one day to say they were going to install the kitchen cabinets for him. They were competent and he did not argue. The cabinets (which were stacked in the back room) went in, counter tops went on, underlay went on the floor and ceramic tile.
The guy was well enough (and he had been a plumber earlier in his colorful life) to do the plumbing and electrical.
In time the one of the carpenters needed a favor and it was offered and accepted.
Today the story was recalled to remind us all that we depend on each other, and that what might be perceived as fabulous generosity, may be that and it might be repaying generosity.
Either way, and on both sides of the arrangement, christian grace is involved. Trace to give and the grace to accept.
An AC is not optional in one of these massive aluminum cans.
This one is pretty well insulated, but not enough to get along without an AC. This one has two units, one up front and one in the hall right out of the bed room.
At first I would turn the switch and I could hear the fan. Then I turned it on and nothing hapened, but after a bit it began running. Then it blew a fuse and nothing else happened.
Today nothing would make it work. I got on the roof, took the shrouding off, spun the fan and had Miriam turn on the switch. Nothing. I got #1 son in law to look at it and it looked like the motor was just tired.
I checked online for a new one, and then sent an email to David who owns the coach.
He responded that he had just bought a "new" unit. Later he called to say he would be up Monday if he could find a car dolly to borrow. David has a Buick stranded near here, so he could do double duty.
I sent him a message saying that I had not asked him to buy another AC, but I sure would appreciate that he did!
Today was about 90 and it got about that warm in the bus. Cooler would be better!
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.