03/05/2017: For every hour that seems to pass in a minute, there are four — like those this afternoon — that last an eternity.
03/06/2017: Watching this year’s favorite bird, the Oregon Junco (in the Trunco) hop, skip, and jump across the snow, prospecting for seeds on the crust below my feeders.
03/07/2017: Leaving the house in the morning with only $1 and no packed lunch, I wondered how the day would play out . . . and then the universe provided a surprise gift card for coffee and cookies, then a soda, then pizza for lunch, elk meat nachos in the evening, and finally late dinner and drinks bestowed on me by a generous employer.
03/08/2017: Up from little sleep in the earliest light of morning, no glasses, no contacts, I can see fresh snow has been covering the trees, my porch, and my walkway, but the street out front — dark, gray, and wet — with its irregular banks of snow, looks instead like a cold river.
03/09/2017: It’s just fancy rain that looks like snow that falls all day and makes everything a sock soaking mush.
03/10/2017: The verdict on Howard’s Pizza is that while being a satisfactory option for simple dining, it’s no lateral move replacement for my beloved, much-missed Tower Pizza.
03/11/2017: The beginning of the day was warm and sunny, and for the first time I think I began to feel that eagerness for spring.
03/12/2017: Up half the night with a cough, today was one of lethargy and distinct disinterest in much interaction at all with anything other than a cool breeze on my face.
03/13/2017: It would be a lot easier to stifle my morning soda addiction if there weren’t so much compelling, passive aggressive melodrama going on every day among the employees of my usual stopping place.
03/14/2017: A single hen in the yard yesterday and roosters crowing somewhere in the park at sunrise today is a welcome herald of, hopefully, resumed regular yard visitations from the neighborhood flock.
03/15/2017: “One good thing about daylight savings time is that the time on the stove is correct again!” is just one example of the never-ending cavalcade of laughs around here.
03/16/2017: When the PBR plans dinner, one ends up having frozen pizza from the convenience store more often than not.
03/17/2017: Gates open at Council Grove and the binoculars reveal that mama owl is back and hunkered down in her nest inside the big hollow snag.
03/18/2017: A saunter through a little mud and across a little ice to the banks of a big, swollen brown river, with a light sprinkle of rain and mist against the hillsides to make things even lovelier.
03/19/2017: Is that the beautiful song of the Western Meadowlark, Montana’s state bird, that I hear these two days in a row now in the fields nearby?
03/26/2017: Kid hits culvert and is bucked off quad-runner which promptly rolls over him; before I can inquire as to his alright-ness, he gets up, clutches at his ribs, then mounts back up and takes off again.
03/27/2017: Finally made it back to yoga class after being under the weather for over a week, and getting my ass handed to me never felt better.
03/28/2017: Tundra swans in the neighborhood; a dozen-plus glide across the sky.
03/29/2017: So strange those first moments of spring when I emerge from windowless indoors expecting anticipated darkness, only to find daylight holding strong.
03/30/2017: Empire building rests on deadlines of many small projects and I’ve let several pile up on me.
03/31/2017: It’s criminal how easily the concept of “Pay Day Pizza” was sold to me.
04/01/2017: Turns out the strange bird lurking about the yard lately is a chukar.
04/02/2017: I made delicious BBQ chicken pizza for the first time in years, and damn it if I won’t be hard-pressed to want to make it again tomorrow.
04/03/2017: Driving storm covers the yard and bird feeders with snow that disappears just as quickly with the return of the sun, which arrives with two male/female pairs of evening grosbeaks, the first I’ve seen this year.
04/04/2017: Fifty years old, old, old today.
04/05/2017: 4 AM on the front porch, no avian clamor from the trees, a faint whiff of skunk on the air, and a single rooster crows way off in the distance.
04/06/2017: Thursdays are way better when they are my Friday.
04/07/2017: So many people out on the streets downtown for First Friday, which I love, even though I just can’t bring myself to be out among them.
04/08/2017: Started the day with four miles or so up the Rattlesnake, which was still pretty saturated after a deluge or rain the night before, and the highlight — besides the joy of just being out — was a long moment spent watching an American dipper playing midstream on a rock from a perch on a fallen log at, arguably, my favorite spot creekside.