Rain Makes the Grass Grow

The husband came home Tuesday evening and was unloading the trailer when the skies started to darken. I checked the radar and saw a large orange blob taking aim straight at us. The storm hit with a fair bit of fury. Fortunately, it didn’t last long, but just as things were settling down, my cell phone rang. Our friends, Tom and Marcie, had gone up to Jewel Basin earlier in the afternoon to hike. That’s a popular hiking area not far from here—and one they hike often—but the only access is up a steep mountain road. Their way down that road was blocked by a downed tree, and they wondered if the husband could come up with a chainsaw and help them get out.

As it turned out, he had to cut through six downed trees in order to get to them (and the other people stuck on the road). I cannot imagine how harrowing that must have been for our friends to sit through that storm and see those trees coming down around them.

We lost power until just after midnight, but no trees fell here. And the rain, however brief, was welcome.

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Susan and Rose deposited me at the BMW dealer in Spokane just after noon yesterday. We had had a lovely ride over with a short stop in north Idaho at Rose’s in-laws. I chatted with Kevin a bit about the repair. He assured me that BMW had redesigned and remanufactured that part so that it would not fail again in 30,000 miles. Let’s hope. The husband says that these recalls usually come with an extended warranty on the parts.

I lose an hour going from Spokane back to Kalispell, and even though it stays light until almost 11:00 pm in June, I am not as alert late in the day as I am at 5:00 am. My goal was to be heading east by 3:00 pm Spokane time. That gave me a short window for running some errands there, which I did, and I pulled into our driveway just before 8:00 pm.

The car seems to be running well. I had forgotten how zippy it is even for a wagon. And I am thrilled to have cargo-hauling abilities again.

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My serger class is this evening. Tera is going to come and be my assistant. Eight students are signed up, so having an extra pair of knowledgeable hands will be most welcome. My serger is threaded with four very different—and colorful—threads so I can demonstrate stitch construction to the students.

The first time teaching a subject is a learning experience for everyone, teacher included, but I’ve tried to anticipate as many pitfalls as I can.

I’ll be cutting the grass this morning before it warms up too much.