Didn’t you love that warm fall weather we had this year?
With temperatures in the sixties, we were getting spoiled until the thermometer went down and the wind came up on Sunday. Monday morning it was so icy they called school off in Buffalo and several vehicles wrecked on the icy roads.
Winter wasn’t supposed to start until the Dec. 20, but it arrived a little early. The United Nations is holding a Climate Change conference in Lima, Peru, to combat global warming and they want the United States to pony up billions of dollars to control our energy use while China and third world countries can pollute all they want. What a waste of money!
Remember back in the seventies when the alarmists were predicting that we were all going to die in the next ice age? I don’t know about you, but I loved the “global warming” we had this week and I wish it would have lasted until April.
The warm weather certainly helped the guys with their building project. They have the addition all closed in and all the old windows replaced in the other house. Casey is getting the wiring done and they are in the process of removing all the cement board siding on the house so they can replace it with steel.
Wednesday Taz went up to help Sage set posts for the shed he’s building for Larry Stadheim. Louise Jenson and I joined the large crowd at Ludlow that evening for Dudley Skiff’s memorial service. A lot of his friends shared their memories of Dudley. He was such an awesome little man!
Reub had an appointment with Mary Eggebo Thursday afternoon and we picked up some more stuff they needed for the carpenter project. Taz is taking his college classes online until the college rodeo season starts next spring and he spent Thursday afternoon taking one of his finals.
Tim Olson needed a little help catching up with some of his projects, so Taz went in to Buffalo Friday to help him haul gravel. Casey went with the wrestlers to the tournament in Rapid City, so Reub and I spent the day cleaning up around the new addition and cutting the wood scraps into firewood. The thermometer registered 64 degrees while we were building the wood pile that came in pretty handy Sunday afternoon when the cold front came through.
We got word Friday evening that Lauren Zimmerman, 61, passed away at the St. Alexius Medical Center in Bismarck. His funeral Services are pending with the Evanson Jensen Funeral Home in Hettinger. Our sympathy goes out to Lauren’s family.
The temperature hit 65 degrees on Saturday. I got three loads of laundry washed and dried outside while Taz and Reub got the last of the windows put in the other house and we have another pile of wood scraps for the wood stove.
Slim Buttes Lutheran had their Christmas program Sunday morning with a large crowd of parents, grandparents, and parishioners attending. Following the program Henry and Linda Mohagen cooked dinner for everyone as their Christmas present to the congregation and everyone who came for the program and, let me tell you, it was delicious.
Saturday night was the last night of the WNFR and, unfortunately, Reub and I slept through most of the finals. Too many late nights for a couple of old folks, but we sure enjoyed the parts we stayed awake for.
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A man was driving across western South Dakota on his way home from the NFR late one night. The road was deserted and he hadn’t seen a soul for what seemed like hours. Suddenly his car started to cough and splutter and the engine slowly died away, leaving him sitting by the road in total silence.
He popped the hood and looked to see if there was anything that he could do to get it going again. Unfortunately, he had a limited knowledge of cars, so all he could do was look at the engine, feeling despondent. As he peered by the gradually fading light of his flashlight, he cursed that he had not put in new batteries, like he had promised. Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your fuel pump."
The man jumped up quickly striking his head on the underside of the hood. "Who said that?" he demanded.
There were two horses standing in the pasture alongside and the man was amazed when the nearest of the two horses repeated, "It's your fuel pump, tap it with your flashlight, and try it again."
Confused, the man tapped the fuel pump with his flashlight, turned the key and sure enough, the engine roared into life. He muttered a short thanks to the horse and screeched away.
When he reached the next town, he ran into the local bar. "Large whiskey, please!" he said.
A rancher sitting at the bar looked at the man's ashen face and asked, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"It's unbelievable," the man said and recalled the whole tale to the rancher.
The rancher took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse, you say? Was it by any chance a white horse?"
The man replied to the affirmative. "Yes it was! Am I crazy?"
"No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're purdy darn lucky," said the rancher "cuz the black horse don't know nothin’ about cars!"