Back From the Dead...

Last Sunday I suffered from premature brain-death and totally forgot to add a post to this blog. I'll cling to the excuse that I was feeling absolutely rotten, with either a chest and nasal cold going on... or the heavy onset of seasonal allergies. I don't know which it was, but I do know I didn't enjoy it at all! It wasn't until yesterday afternoon that I even thought about this blog and then started wondering if I had skipped right over the weekly post. And the answer is an embarrassing "yes".

The picture included today is from the trip to Idaho Falls for the convention mentioned is the previous post. I was driving with another letter carrier (and coincidentally the guy I work right next to in the mornings when we put our routes together). He was armed with field binoculars and was on the hunt for anything that moved, and we had several deer and elk sitings... and then up ahead crossing the road was a wolf. We had to stop and watch him, while trying to get the cameras out before he trotted up the side of the hill and out of range. (The picture isn't great, but it's all I could get.)

We also managed to see antelope on our return trip home, but the mountain sheep he was hoping to spot eluded us during our trip through their little niche in the wilderness.

I've been working with a friend (the carrier who works on the other side of me) mowing lawns after work for the past couple of weeks. Perhaps this is how the allergy and/or cold cycle got its start. He's been needing help, and I've been assisting... last year I filled in for a couple days a week and I was slated to do the same this year. But until the end of the month it looks like I'll be doing a Monday through Friday thing after delivering the mail, which means leaving the house at about 5:45 in the morning and generally not getting back home until 9:00 PM at the earliest, which makes for a long day.

We used to ride bikes together, but then he started doing his lawn service and things got a little out of hand for him, so bike riding became a thing of the past. I started mowing with him mainly as a way to spend a little time together being that he wasn't going to go biking... the sad part is that I've never liked yardwork of any kind and have always insisted that God's greatest gift to mankind was asphault! He loves yardwork, and keeps talking about when we're both retired from the USPS that we can make this a full time business! Please... somebody... shoot me NOW!