This is the Pub with the great sandwiches....and the cool picture out on the side wall. Doesn't this look inviting... up close, the cool and nice sunny day Several boaters enjoying the last of the summers offerings. The swinging bridge, no problem... The gals asking about the picture on the outside wall...You will have to check the side for Dogwalking Musing for the story he told....
Avista is my electric/gas company. And they sent in with their bill this month, a yellow piece of paper.
Now, I know I am up in years, and it maybe hard to follow spins. But I surely feel like the pea and nutshell effect here, in reading this paper.
I guess I should have read the bold print at the top of the paper and let it go at that. Because that really is the bottom line.
"Filing will result in 0.7.% increase for residential customers and" etc. What I put in bold is the bottom line.
But wait, if you read the fine print below, it tells about a sale of Centralia Power Plant, in the year 2000. And how there has been a rate credit in place since August of 2000. And the proceeds will be fully refunded to customers by Nov. 1, 2006.
You mean my bill has been cheaper for the past 6 years? News to me. How much cheaper..2 cents? So if I understand all this pea and nutshell business, they are trying to tell me that all of us customers, have been getting a cheaper bill for the past 6 years. And now our free ride is over as the discount has run out, and we are having our bill raised up 0.70%!!
I am sooooo confused. I understand the words. I understand the principal. But I don't remember a rate decrease. Or do they mean they would have raised it more, had there not been this credit? After all, I think I remember a raise in rates within this 6 years.
And this is with them telling us for these 6 years, to turn down your heat, be more efficient with your gas and electric. Trade off those expensive appliances, to make your bill cheaper. Save, save, save... for what?
We all read in the papers about the CEO getting raises. Not the peon people type raises, but huge raises. Heck, their bonus are more than the average person gets a year. Way more. Not to count the shares. And then there is the big amount of money they give to candidate's each election. Seems the paying out goes to everyone, BUT the customer.
And I am sure those 1700 who did without electric last week for several days, are really love this notice.
I was downloading my virus protection again, as I goofed something. I couldn't believe how fast it downloaded.
1 and half minutes... repeat.. 1 and half minute.It took me two flaming hours last time.
I was always scared the server would dump me, or cutting off after an hour. Which it did some times when I was not using it.
Of course it doesn't when I forget and leave the dang thing on.. over night. (this is before, during dial up days) But less than 2 minutes!!!
Oh, yea, going to like this new fast lane.
But it kinds of reminds me of life. How we would boil things for half hour. And now we can't wait the two minutes you can do in a micro wave. Why is speed, so addicting.
And we wonder why kids are the "I want it, and want it now" generation.
Update on my blog of August 10, 2006 Are the Sandpoint Gods Mad.
The Sandpoint City Council is going to give the time of day to the thought of a tunnel at their meeting tonight ( Wed. 9-27-06) The city council must be having a slow meeting, to listen to a person who doesn't live here yet, probably isn't a property tax payer yet.
They are going to listen to a man who is "IN THE PROCESS" of moving here. The heck with the last 50 years of discussion!! The heck with the people who have lived there all their lives or close to it. What part of SANDpoint didn't they get?
With conversations with my cell phone company today. Knowing how much we pay each month with the combo of our home phone. And then of course there is my computer. I can't believe how much we pay. And then add on the television.
I can remember way back when, that is when they first talked about pay TV. I laughed. I wasn't going to pay for what I got for free thru the air. They are nuts.
Well, that was all fine and good when we lived near a big city where an antenna brought in about 7 or 8 channels. But now I live out in-between mountains and yes, you can if the leaves are just right, can get one channel maybe two if lucky.
So here we sit paying big bucks to watch 15 channels even though the package is for 56. The other channels are selling channels, sports, and religious. We don't do sports, and we have our own church, thank you and like to see first hand any thing we want to buy.
The cell phone is the real attachment. I personally use mine for long distance on weekends (free minutes) and to find my husband when we are in Costco, Sportsman Store, Black Sheep and other big box stores. It keeps our sanity, and stress down. After walking the store about 8 times, the seeker is ready to kill the seekee. Cell phone help keep the spouse alive and in good humor.
Taking the King's cell phone away would be like cutting his umbilical cord.
I wonder, how did I ever make it when I was in my 40's. That is just 20 years ago. No satellite TV. No cell phones, no computers... but I seem to do quite well.
There has been the subject of having English for the American language. Which in a way,is kind of oxymoron. As we speak American not English. And a good share of it is slang American.
Coming from a state that had several mix languages and people, who came here to the good old USA and went to school with out interpreters. The adults went to night school and learn the language. Kids learn in school.
Over those years I never notice anyone have great difficulties after they learn. They took the time to learn. I give them a lot of credit for going to classes to learn. Instead of demanding their new homeland to bend to them.
While new residents of Italian and French were there, the biggest percentage was Portuguese. Half of my Portuguese friend's grandparents use both languages heavily. I never heard any of them complaining, about how they thought it should be the companies, signs and etc. print everything in their languages as well as English.
Now days, there is Spanish, German, French taught in schools. There will have to be more as time goes on. Vietnamese, Japanese (which surprises me that we don't have, with the heavy trade we do with Japan), Korean and etc.
I was talking to a friend and she said something that makes sense to me. Why not teach sign language in all schools. Starting at the 3rd grade. Reinforced again in high school.
What a great idea. It is an Universal language. If you can do sign language, you can talk to anyone... anywhere. And then the plus, of course, is that you could also talk to the deaf. And the deaf could have everyone talking to them.
Well, maybe not that fast. And then there is the machine's speed. But still waaaaaaaaaaay faster than what I am use to be. So this just might be nice.
It will take a bit to get use to. For one, the biggest so far, is to remember I don't have to turn off the internet. I have gone down to do that, so many times. Old habits are hard to quit.
The next thing was getting my new address out to all of those who I email. I decided a couple of days ago, to change my sites that I visit, to my hotmail address. as it is such a pain to change. So that should be easier. And I check my hotmail more often now. After I got the blog, I would check every other day. Before, I would be doing good to remember to do it once a month.
So ....so far this fast lane is going pretty good. And Phil was right. Going to site, and have them come up in 3 seconds instead of 3 minutes is sure nice.
I haven't downloaded anything yet. That should be great. As I put on a new virus protector 2 weeks ago. 2 HOURS of downloading. That was the straw that broke the camels back and sent me to the fast lane.
I am going to take the next step up on Thursday. That is if the good service installer shows up on time. Don't you just love it. "He will be there sometime between 8:30am and 12 noon. I like life a little more specific. But service people don't do specific time.
I am going to start life in the fast lane. Internet speaking that is. Figured I would spend the extra, can always go back to dial up, if it isn't worth the extra.
Which means learning some new stuff. I hate that. I am a rut person. I get something down pat, and I will stick with it. Knowing the familiar.
So if I don't post tomorrow, it is because the Mr. Goodwrench of the high speed internet, didn't get it all done or what ever.
Affordable housing for blue collar workers. It has to be addressed.
On the front page of our local fish wrap, is an article addressing that very problem.
The city of Sandpoint would like IHFA (Idaho Housing Finance Association) and several others to join them in solving the problem.
They are also asking a firm based in Denver, BBC Research and Consulting, (don't we have any Research and Consultants here, if not in Bonner County, then at least in Idaho? let's keep our money local) along with BCEDC... (Bonner County Economic Development Corp.) will study all of this.
$45,000 for BBC, which will come from local donations from the other lettered Associations.
With the city already paying out $25,000 thru a grant to Idaho Commerce and Labor. Which I wonder why are we paying $45,000 when we are trying to get a $25,000 grant for IC&L? But I guess that isn't for a peon like myself to understand.
I think this is wonderful that everyone in the city and hopefully in the county, is on the same wagon, to get affordable housing for those who earn less that $50,000.
But the one thing that did bother me in the article was the mention of EAHA, which stands for..Employer Assisted Housing Association. Which they said "would focus solely on engaging local employers to help establish housing for their existing and prospective employees."
Hummm.... like the Army and Navy does? And doesn't this smack of owing the company store? Will there be employer's stores following behind? All of which is deducted from their checks. And what happens when they lose their job, for what ever reason? Do they lose their homes/apt.?
Will this be another hammer over the employee's head. Lost of job, lost of home?
I don't think I like the thought of that.
Maybe if the county and city, 4 years ago decided that for every over $200,000 home that was built, there were to be one $80,000 home built. For every over $400,000+ home built, there be apartments with rent for $500 built.
This sounds like a lot of money being used to just research the idea of affordable housing. In the meantime, the lower blue collar employee, is being priced out of town.
Blogging as easy as 1-2-3 This is going to be a long one
This is an excerpt from an email I sent to Dave Olivera over a year ago. about 2 months before I started tossing words.
I feel like I gave you an quick answer to the reason why I don't have a blog of my own. So thought I would explain at least a little more than the "can't teach old dogs new tricks and I am lazy".
One of the blogs said it would or could be used for just general talk about a subject that you know something about. That shoots me down as I don't know about anything well enough to talk intelligently about.
While I have thoughts about things from time to time, it just isn't enough to do a daily or twice weekly blog. And to do it right, it should be done often. Where I would be lucky if I thought of enough for once a month. Working within yours ...works great for me because, I can jump in when I feel like I have something to add. Some times it works, and some times it doesn't. As you can tell.
And if I have nothing to add, I can read and keep up on what is going on. And keep my mouth shut.
See, you and I and the rest are kind of like a partnership. You know sometimes you need a straight man, so you can play off it, with thoughts. Some times with humor, some times serious. And that is where I come in. I am one of the ones who bounces thoughts.
I have been told that I am a female Spock, I see things mostly as logical. Which sometimes that is good and some times it isn't. Being a retired nurses aide, I am a caretaker at heart. So I see most things in a kinder and gentler side, than some people do.
In the past, I have emailed or wrote to my friends and family...stories of things that happen to me, that I find humor in.
Projects that go awry. I am craft challenged. Not laugh out loud funny but stories that make you smile. But they don't come fast and furious enough to do a blog on. I have done probably 3 or 4 in the past year or so.
So I will continue to sit on the sidelines, and jump in when I have a thought that feels like it can be said. And that it works within my motto.... Do no harm.... and my philosophy (being like the sign I told you I have had for 30 years.) "ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUDUM." You have a great variety group of people. It is always interesting. And as you head towards your anniversary, I am glad it is growing like a down hill snowball, gathering no moss.
A little over 2 months after this was all written, I was reading Marianne Love's Slight Detour, late at night. And up in the corner it was saying how easy this was.... when a moment of insanity hit, and I clicked on the easy as 1-2-3- sign up button. As they say the rest is history.
So here I am about a year and half of throwing words.
Amazingly I have kept it going each day. Only taking a day off here and there for holidays. No one is more amazed than I am. But next month I am going to take a week off.
Will I suffer from withdrawals? I guess I will see.
In the paper and on the news is about an Elk farm that lost about dozen or so of their elk. Seems they escaped the farm area.
The Fish and Game are concerned that the farm elk will get with the wild elk and pass on some diseases.
Now I know there are some out there who get upset with us, who rank about the rich and their ways. And we get accused of envy.
But I got to say, having a elk farm for the rich (cost $5,995 and up) to hunt on, well, it is just wrong.
Now I am not some anti-hunting person, who thinks this is wrong.
I am a former hunter, who thinks this is just wrong.
Hunting, to be fair, is to go out in the animals environment, and hunt for them. Kind of a hide and seek, so to speak, with deadly results. I guess to be truly fair, we would have to give animals guns or bows and arrows.
It is bad enough that some hunters road hunt. A true hunter, walks the woods. Climbs the hills and over the down trees (which is why I am a former hunter, my 28 inch legs don't do well climbing over 34 inch or more downed trees ). You go thru the bushes, up and down the trails, and canyons. That is what a hunter does.
Hunting on a farm, is like shooting fish in a barrel. Do the rich (because no middle wage, or less can afford $5,995) have so little time, that they have to have the so called wild life rounded up for them? What happens if the elk is short in the antler department? Is he killed for dinner at the farm house? And what about the elk the Fish and Game shot? What happen to the meat. They can test a inch piece, what happens to the rest? I sure hope they gave it to the food bank or etc.
You know if these guys did walk the wilderness, maybe they wouldn't be so uptight. But hunting in a fenced area (I don't care if it is 200 acres)?
American has lost one of it's lively women. At 73,she passed away from cancer.
I admired this lady since the 80's. Because of her larger-than-life style. She was lively. She got up in your face with what she believed in.
Ann Richards was a Democratic from Texas. And if the Democrat's had people like Ann, they would be a party to be reckoned with.
She lost to George Bush machine of politics. And I am not even going to go there.
Her white hair stacked tall, her personality that was up in your face type of person, who believed in the people.
Governor Richards did more for the people than most President have done. She brought in the first black men and women of the Texas Rangers. She appointed the first disabled person to serve on the board of Human Services. She appointed the first teacher to lead the State Board of Education. The first black to the University of Texas regent. The first crime victim to the state Criminal Justice Board. All of this information is from the article of 9-14-06 in Spokesman Review. The Associated Press by Kelley Shannon.
Some of these I knew about, some I am not really surprised about as she was just that type of person.
We know because she is a woman, she wouldn't follow G. Bush's steps. Politics doesn't allow that quite yet. But if any woman could have, if the women of American could look pass the showmanship, and saw the force to be reckoned with...Maybe just maybe she might have made it.
I admire woman who are forceful enough to get the job done. This woman open the doors to blacks as well as others. Which was no easy feat in Texas, as they still had a lot of prejudices.
God Bless Ann Richards, may more come behind you.
Oh, the title of this comes from Ann's remark about women and their "can do" ..... "Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, only backwards and in high heels."
I am still fussing about my taxes. I don't understand.
First, they said they were going to roll back the taxes to 2005 assesments. Then at the last minute, the State says no.
And BAM, we have a new 2006 assessment. I don't know what was wrong with the old 2006 assessment they sent out in August.
So here we sit. Same house. Nothing different about it... and we have to pay on $10,000 more. As my assessment went up $10,000+ and the taxable went up the same. From $72,+ to now $82,100. What the heck is with that?
How did my house increase in value in just a month and half
One of my frustrations is hearing. I seem to have volume, but not clarity. At least that is what I feel anyway.
The King's has been going for quite some time. But he has a good excuse. He works with engines. Big engines. Mostly diesel.
I don't have that excuse. And there are some my age who are getting hard of hearing. And my kids accused me of having selective hearing. At which I smile, because I know that to be true. Most mothers do. Your brain separates the sound of children fighting from the sound of the child being seriously hurt.
And the sharp sound of MOM, will bring most mothers out of it. We get so intune with it, that we, as elders, can still be brought to attention by it in a store, by a child's voice.
Just like your right arm comes up like a bus signal arm, in front of the person next to you, (even though they are not a child) when you throw on the brakes in an emergency.
Because of our hearing is getting worse, we opted for surround sound. Giving us a speaker on the table beside us.
Now most get it for the effect. But to be honest with you, we now can hear better, and people coming into our house, won't winch at the loudness of our TV.
Only down side we have found is, of course the ads, which I swear is at least 24% higher than the shows.
I know, I know... they told us we would go deaf by 50, because of us listening to that rock and roll music.
UPDATE ON YESTERDAY'S POST. To quote Sally Fields.... "They love me, they really do love me..". THANKS, to you all who commented.
Where have all the comments gone, no one has the words to say.
I haven't gotten a comment for quite some time. All of this month.. which isn't that long yet, but also in August. And my numbers are down too. 112, for a week that use to be 140 to 170. With an average of 14 to 16 a day. Guess everyone was on vacation.
I thought I really get the dandier up, with my snow pictures of last weekend. I put them up because we were having 90's and muggy. Figured the pictures would cool everything off...
It is still fun, even if I am not in the best of moods, so I will trudge on, with my 14 a day base. So hang in there folks, the best is yet to come.
I have found I can write up a champion post if I have something of humor. Some thing that tickles my fancy. Or something that I can just find flat out, funny. And a lot of them are where I have done something dumb.
I have found I can post some pretty long ones if I am upset about something. Or the injustice of people or something.
But I find it hard to post when I am sad. And when life is not fair.
The voice on the other end was unadulterated Joy..
I PASSED..Nana,. I PASSED. I GOT MY LICENSE!!
My grandson yesterday, got his driver's license. It has been a long haul.
Months of classes and driving with a teacher. Then the permit to drive with an adult over 25 for 4 months.
Then the Driver's license written test. After the second try there was a slap of hands at the office from the tester.
Then the driving test. Nerves, and strange town, led to a failed test. He was harder on himself, more than any of us adult could have been. Which we weren't. We had all failed at something, at one time or another.
A day of practice. To calm the nerves. As his mother knew he could do it. She felt comfortable with his driving. (that isn't easy). A good day of visiting and driving. Visiting old places for Mom. Great time for the son to see where she lived.
Unbelieving of where, and how far out of town she had lived. How far away her friends that she rode bike or walked to visit. (he hates living out of town)
Him telling her, she must have liked her friends more than he did his, as he didn't think he would walk that far. It was a good day, especially in the days of mom's and teens.
But this was the day. One more drive thru the town, to get comfortable with the area. And then the test.
As time went by, Mom felt better. It is a half an hour test. The longer they were gone, the better chance of passing. As the car drove back into the office parking lot, the face told it all. Got the license and back home, with a call to me.
One more step and then it is time to trust this boy and the Lord, that he, too, will be a good driver, and live to tell his child, how he did with his driving lessons.
Oh, the tester? Old school teacher. That Mom use to have in high school. He is retired. She told him, he found a new way to torture kids... testing drivers. They both laughted. And no, no special treatment. After all this is the same tester, who fail the grandson the first time.
He is growing up so fast. Hunts and fishes with his grandfather, now a license, and next is a job. He can hardly wait.
As his mother, grandfather and I sit in the wings of his life and watch him grow.
Some one dear to me has lost a friend. Immediate, no good byes. Just here one day, gone the next. And very tragically ...
As we talked about this, it brought up memories of a friend of mine who I lost several years ago. Talked one minute... 30 minutes later a train takes her life.
We talked about how to get thru it. And part of our feelings of such depth of grieving. Both of these people in our lives were co workers. So we were close but not really close close. Meaning we didn't go shopping together, family picnic and etc.
But there was a closeness in our other world. Our jobs. Being we are at our jobs almost half of our days or even more, deducting sleep, you have a closeness like family.
So when a person is out of your life at a snap of God's fingers, so to speak, it opens so many doors.
Trying to understand why. Trying to adjust to the emptiness. You have, your up in your face grieving, unbelieving and then, accepting grieving.
But later comes the total emptiness. The hole that person leaves in your life. At first we thought it was the lack of saying good bye. The lack of closure, that was getting us. But even that didn't seem like it covered it. Her's of this week, nor mine of about 5 years ago.
And as I was doing my weekend house work and being alone in the house and in my thoughts, it dawn on me... I think I might get it now... Maybe.
Maybe it is how fragile we are as humans on this earth. How quickly we see, feel, lose, some one close. No good byes, here.... gone... And how it could happen to us.
All of us humans live life, taking for granted, our immortality. We will do this tomorrow. Taking for granted we will be here tomorrow. And when we lose someone, here, ..... seconds, hours, or a day later... without warning... gone. Our subconscious breaks down, and we don't understand. We are only left with this feeling. Unexplainable feeling.
My next thoughts are.... now maybe, just maybe I can understand the surviving (?) arm services personal, who go over to where ever we send them. With buddies who have gone thru hell of boot camp, training, go there, and is a flash of a bomb, or a gun shot, their buddy is gone. A lot of times more than one buddy. There is a feeling inside that can't be explained, can't be shown, hardly talked about.......... that only ...only.... a fellow soldier understands. They can't explain it to their mothers, fathers, brothers or sisters..... and only the people who have been over there...understand the hurtful, hollow feeling. And that is what my close-to-my heart friend and I feel on a far smaller scale.
Time will soften it, but never erase it.
(Even with the lost of an icon, Steve Irwin. The Crocodile man) It is part of our lives gone, be it some one close or an icon the hollowness is there.
Ladies and Gentlemen??? Start your engines, because we start with the heavy elections coming your way.
Today, we have the school levy up here in Bonner County.
But we also have the fall elections. Which is starting to rev up the engines of politics.
Democrats pounding their drums. Come one, come all, let's beat the war drums down. No more Iraq, bring our troops home. Get rid of the Republican warmongers.Our economy is in the toilet.
Republicans shouting to the high lands, the Democrats don't know what they are talking about. We have to maintain the stead line. Don't let the Democrats take you down the line with lies and false ideas. Our ecomony is doing great.
Come vote for us, we are the best, says all the parties. Be it local, or be it state or be it national. The elections are heating up. The serious election signs are coming up in droves.
My advice???...look ..listen.. and for God sakes... vote. Vote with your mind and your heart. I don't care who you vote for.......But VOTE!!