Last Sunday I took my glasses out of my shirt pocket and put them on so I could read the words and music we were practicing for the choir. The words didn’t seem to focus right, so I removed them and could still read them -- barely. Tried the glasses again a couple times, and they still didn’t seem to help. When I said something, Nancy Anderson looked back and said, did you know that the lens for the left eye of your glasses is missing?” I hate it when that happens!
Our new puppy, Shiloh, is the cutest thing, and he likes to follow you around, hanging around and between your feet. While Mona was in the hospital, I took Shiloh’s wire cage and the dog to Dan, Nancy and Lydia Grover’s each day in the back of my pickup so he wouldn’t be too long alone. They had just as much fun with him as we do, I think. Anyway, the first day I brought him home, I let him loose while I unloaded the cage. I picked up the cage, turned around to head for the house, and stepped on Shiloh! The little dog's screech prompted me to twist my right foot so as not to squash the little cus; then I winced in pain, as I think I got a minor sprain to the foot. The dog suffered no lasting effects. It’s been a week, and I still limp when I get out of bed in the morning.
Shiloh is growing fast and he has quickly demonstrated several little quirks that are already imprinted on our hearts. One day when he found his water dish empty, he picked it up in his mouth and presented it to Mona, who was in the kitchen. Another time he picked up a small white flower basket by the handle and was proudly carrying it around with the basket swinging from his mouth! The cute little things easily outweigh those irritating things he does, like tear holes in shirt cuffs as he tries to bite your hand with those razor sharp puppy teeth, or grabs an empty soda can and makes crinkling sounds as he chases it around the floor, biting holes in it.
This is your official notice: Mud Season has arrived on Kings Highway, Mason. Last Saturday I walked up our roadway to the national forest boundary marker, and I’m here to tell you the road is really soft once you pass the end of the asphalt. Ruts were nearly six inches deep in several places, and worse if you get out of the travel lanes. I recommend you avoid the Kings Highway when it is not frozen until at least mid April, unless you really have a need to be up there. As I walked the road, I noticed many places where it was spongy underfoot, even though vehicles had not sunk though, yet. Please help preserve travel on this road for those who live there.
Sap season has also arrived, and we made nine and one-half quarts last Friday and have another pan full that should make a similar amount by Tuesday this week. Jim Shebee, up the road, says he has about 30 gallons of sap to boil down, as of a couple days ago. Sweet stuff!