Our friends have friends who own a buffalo ranch in Northern Montana, just east of Glacier National Park. The weather wasn’t supposed to be that great and so Sherry was concerned about all of us making the several hour drive for “nothing.” Paul and I knew that we would have a good experience just getting there and that staying at a buffalo ranch would be a thrill, whether or not we made it to Glacier or even if we saw any buffalo. We headed North after church and then stopped in Missoula for supplies. By the time we arrived it was after dark. The drive had been beautiful and the ranch house was wonderful. Sherry and Andy were feeling especially saintly and split up to each host a Girl and Boy Cabin, respectively. Andy’s dad, Tom, Paul and I were all in the main house.
I’m sitting in a dark kitchen and the only things I can hear are the hum of the fridge and the sound of birds singing.
Have you heard the press release regarding the latest study on laundry? It was an analysis of whether or not, given enough time, laundry would wash itself. I can’t say a lot, but I can tell you I was one of the participants.
I awoke at three this morning with the realization that I had failed to refrigerate the vat of chili we had for dinner last night. Fortunately Paul had, but I was wide awake. I tried to read for a bit until Paul asked me to turn out the light. I got up and tidied the kitchen and a bathroom then retired to the couch to read. Finally at seven I passed out only to wake after eight to Paul sitting down to put on his shoes.