Night Mountain



Sam, beloved cat: In His Hands.
Sam, my folks cat – 16 or so years old, put to sleep today. Kidney failure. He was a good cat and special to me also.
I have had 3 rather intense work days. But, the work went mostly well and the deadline was met early this afternoon. I’m beat.
In the midst of all, we did not miss any walks or stomach rubs. The main thing lacking was a bit of sleep – for me. That will be rectified tonight!
In that arena of “why didn’t I do this sooner”, early in the week I searched our local “trader” paper and found someone to haul away the gutters, porch rails and rv steps that have been annoying me and taking up garage room. (see Damaging steps and Porch rails )

In that way of small town, small worldliness, Greg, who hauled the stuff away, works at the shop where I take the Jeep and motorhome (engine stuff). He didn’t recognize me. He recognized the Jeep, the red Jeep. Well…I like it too.
I finished work early in the afternoon. Karl and I headed to town for groceries, stopping along the way at a favorite spot for a walk. It was snowing lightly, but not very cold.
On return, after all was put away and a light dinner had, I enjoyed the rest of the evening…

…from the front porch.
And yes, there is a bottle of wine stuck in the snowbank. Turns out a snowbank keeps Chardonnay at the perfect temperature.
Ok, it’s not Bob…but Bob thinks it could be!


We set off for our afternoon walk in sunshine. By the time we rounded the last corner there was a squall moving in. The wind picked up driving the flurries sideways, then it stopped suddenly and the snow changed to giant flakes coming straight down.

Karl took his after walk treat and headed out to the snowbank by the end of the walkway which has become his favorite place to sit or lie and survey his territory. The snow did not bother him.

Meanwhile, Mr. Bob was inside warming his backside in front of the fire.




This morning’s nearly full moon and just a few clouds were enough to entice me to jump in the jeep with Karl and slide down the hill to catch the moon setting over the northern Flathead Valley. I took coffee, a piece of coffee cake and sat and watched the show accompanied by my good dog. We shared the coffee cake too.