I'm sorry, Florida. . . and Evil Birds

Today we had beautiful weather! It got to 65 degrees!!! There's a reason, I'm afraid. . . I took Doug to the airport this morning. I'm so sorry, Florida!
I hope the tornadoes stop soon.

But all was not sweetness and light in Grand Forks. It seems that my house is being attacked by these evil birds:



Don't be fooled by their cuteness. They have been systematically dismantling the frame around my kitchen window! WTH!!!! I don't believe "mi casa es su casa" when it comes to being an avian woodchipper trying to tunnel into my kitchen.





Anyone knows what these Alfred Hitchcock wannabes are? And how I can discourage them?

My Beautiful Daughter

SOOC, just approaching the car and photo shot:

Then photoshopped:

Happy Easter!

It's 54 degrees!!!! Look at my weather pixie today! She's showing skin! And the snow is melting away here. . .

Dianna was the only one of my 3 children home for Easter this year, and she notes that, being the only participant, the annual hunt for the Easter eggs was considerably less competitive! She misses the competition. She tells me, though, that her favorite Easter story is that she and Scott would always get 90% of the eggs; Brian would get the last 10%, and FINALLY, after many years, we realized that because Brian is color blind, this wasn't exactly fair.

I mean, what the heck! What kind of competition is it when hunting Easter Eggs really relies on color? Poor Brian was like Charlie Brown's "I got a rock" at Halloween.--Dianna likes this story because of its sheer evidence-value showing our poor parenting :(



No faces were allowed (or harmed) in the taking of these Easter photos . . .

Signs of the Red River Going Down: Grand Forks, ND

Obey all signs!

The river has now declined to 44.79 feet, from last week's high point of 49.5 feet.

Isn't it great when you've got good friends who get into serving as "scouts" for you to spot photo opportunities?

My wonderful friend, Sheila, told me that she'd seen these signs now peeking out of the water, as she went over the Kennedy Bridge.

The Kennedy Bridge is still the only open bridge between Grand Forks and East Grand Forks. Sheila drove back and forth, (unbelievably patiently!) while I tried to get shots of the signs in the water.

We'll have another crest in a week or so, and then hopefully return to normal.

A Drug-Related Mystery Solved!

The Evidence:

First, this mysterious pill appeared on the desk in my office (not in my house.) I was totally baffled by it. I decided that someone else must have dropped it in my office, and the cleaning staff put it on my desk. The "L" was intriguing: Lipitor? Lorazepam? Lomotil???? I had no clue, and threw it out, hoping it wasn't someone's very expensive prescription. I told Doug about it, and he had no idea either. . . .


The Mystery Intensifies. . . the Drugs Multiply . . . Paranoid Precautions are Taken:

The next day, I found these two pills on the floor in my house! Doug also looked at them, and then we looked suspiciously at each other.

(Was my husband secretly a drug-abusing klutz, dropping his pills? Did DH have a dread disease that he was keeping from me? Did I really have a multiple personality disorder, and one part of me engaged in active drug-seeking behavior?) My husband suggested that maybe he walked in his sleep???????? (That made NO sense!)

We thought about calling my sister, MaryAnn, and describing the pills. . . she might at least know what they were. . .

I checked the tread on the bottom of my shoes, thinking maybe I had walked on a pile of pills in the snow (and they didn't dissolve?) but got stuck on my shoes, leaving one in my office, two at home. . . . But the tread was too smooth. . .

Finally, we did what any rational, law-abiding, smart, middle-aged empty-nesters would do if they were being stalked by a trail of "L" drugs:

We called our daughter at her college and told her that if we turned up dead or missing, to call the police and give them the clue that we had been being stalked by these pills and it was probably related. . .



The Guilty Party Identified:

And you all think Bonnie is just a sweet, innocent dog! But now you'll learn about her sneaky and secretive side!

I walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up the bottle of baby aspirin. Every day, Doug rolls up a little pill (A Little yellow pill with an "L" on it! How much more of a hint did we need, given that Bonnie is a yellow lab!!!) in a ball of peanut butter and buries it in her breakfast. She usually gulps down her food, slurping it, licking the bowl clean, moving the bowl all around the kitchen floor. And we feel better thinking that she'll have less aches and pains with her arthritis, and that this will protect the slightly enlarged heart of our 14 1/2 year old pooch.


And apparently, over the last 3 days, after she'd gobbled down her breakfast, she'd slink into the living room and surreptitiously drop the pill, sucked clean of all the peanut butter, onto the floor or onto the bag I carry to my office.

So if you have anything amiss in your life, think Bonnie! . . . because it turns out that she's much more clever and less innocent than she looks!

Little Ducklings, All in a Row

One of These Peeps is Not Like All the Others!

Sorry, Dianna, about raiding your Easter basket.

Fargo, ND: Build a Permanent Dike!

Seriously, it's so much better spending the days in this God-awful wintery April, building things like this out of snow, than sweating out the rise of the river. Of course we're anxious about the river in Grand Forks, but it's "left-over" anxiety, triggered by our memories of '97, rather than any kind of imminent danger of flooding from the river.

The family that created the incredible Halloween display this year in their front yard has now transformed the snow, with the help of a little food coloring, into this majestic snow sculpture. Look at the size of this thing!

There may be unease in Grand Forks right now, and a certain amount of restlessness, knowing that a 2nd river crest will come but we don't have to be in desperate survival-mode. A $417 million permanent dike buys a lot of peace of mind! Our cities (Grand Forks and East Grand Forks, on the ND and MN sides) went through the grueling recovery process that was much, much longer than we had dreamed it would be. We were told it would take 5 years to "recover" and I thought this was an outrageous amount of time. But it did take 5 years to recover from a flood that nearly erased our zip codes! And it wasn't all "Kumbaya. . . we-shall-overcome" cooperation either. People fought with each other, made accusations, pointed their fingers, stomped and hollered. . . and mainly grieved. But eventually there was agreement to proceed with the dike project, and agreement to take on our own taxes and assessments, along with federal and state funds, to build this project.

Now, looking back, it just seems that it would have been wonderful if we could have skipped the flood, skipped the fires that also broke out in the downtown on Day 2 of our own personal Horror Show, skipped shipping our children off to far away states and schools while we stayed behind to deal with the smell and the chaos, the lack of electricity and water for weeks on end . . . and built permanent protection before the flood!

With children, we want to warn them about things so that they can learn from our experiences, to save them the anguish of our mistakes, but sometimes they just have to learn for themselves.And the truth is, children NEED to learn for themselves. I SO hope it doesn't have to be the same way for Fargo, ND.

2nd Crest prediction to exceed or match first; Metropolitan Opera House, Grand Forks, ND

It's amazing to me that there's something like this Metropolitan Opera House in Grand Forks. This building is directly across the river in the downtown area, and the city strongly pushed to restore the building after much destruction from the 1997 flood.

The building (described as being of Richardsonian Romanesque architecture) is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It was built in 1890 as the finest performing theater in the upper Midwest. Now it's been turned into apartments and lofts.

The restoration of the Metropolitan Opera House was highlighted in an episode of Bob Vila’s “Restore America” program on the Home & Garden Television Network!


What I personally remember is that there used to be a store just down the block from this that was an old cafe. All along the walls were little framed displays of pencils. Hundreds and hundreds of pencils. I believe they were just random pencils that the owner decided to. . . well. . . . frame! My husband and I had one of our first dates here back in 1978! :)

I also want to thank all of you for the outpouring of support you've given me in the past days, watching and monitoring the rising Red River. I'm pleased to report that tonight the river stands at 48.44 feet, and declining. Unfortunately, tonight, the National Weather Service reports that the 2nd crest, expected around April 16th (3 days after my flood insurance kicks in :) ) will match or exceed the crest of 49.5 feet. And we have a 10% chance of reaching 56'!

This is what 54.4 feet did to us in 1997. BUT we have flood walls to 60 feet, possibly 63 feet, now. And I'm so very, very glad that the photo posted above includes a "dry" street, and not one like these again.

The River Crested in Grand Forks! 49.5 feet, and falling

It's a good day in the neighborhood! The Red River of the North officially crested yesterday, at 49.5 feet, and is now falling. We're suppose to have a 2nd crest in a few weeks, but the expectation is that the worst is over (except for that wild card that Mother Nature can dish out from time to time.) Soon, we may be able to reopen bridges!

To celebrate, I consulted The Beautiful Miss Bonnie on a book review. Actually, Bonnie is the 2nd tier reviewer, because first Becky brought this book to my attention back at Christmas time. First-off, there's nothing as scary in this book as ShameWoe:( Vince the Bad. Bonnie scrutinized this book carefully, and gives it four paws up a tail-wag and drool. . . . very high marks indeed! It's a book of short stories by Stephen King, Just After Sunset, and she really liked the first story, "Willa," set in a creepy old train depot, but "The Gingerbread Girl" was her favorite. All the stories held her interest to the end, but Bonnie suggested that the last one, A Very Tight Place," is more gross-out than anything. But extremely Stephen King-ish gross out.




And because Bonnie did such a great job with this review, and because many of you urged me not to blame ShamWow! for ShameWoe:( Vince's behavior , I decided to give ShamWow! one more very cautious chance. (Mandy said," Remember, its not the product's fault. Its still a good sham wow, right?" and Jeanne said, "Remember it's not fair to blame the "kids" for the "adults'" mistakes.") Bonnie is personally testing out ShamWow!s suitability for a picnic.

Oh, Woeful Day! ShameWow :( Evil

Is nothing sacred? It's with heavy heart that I write this post. I am just crushed! My good friend, Jeanne, wrote in yesterday's post comment about Vince, the ShameWow:( LowLife, that there were news announcements that Vince had been arrested for allegedly beating up a prostitute (one who wouldn't let go of his tongue.) Eeewwwwwwwww! Now, this is NOT something that can be cleaned up with a ShameWow:(.

I don't know what to think. My bubble is burst; my illusions are destroyed. Will there be a morning after?

I find myself looking suspiciously at ShameWow:(, and suspecting that there's Actual Evil inherent in its spongey yellowness.

I combed my recent photos, and think I've found further evidence of its Nefarious Influence. Look at these two, perfectly fine, sweet, intelligent, upstanding individuals, who would normally give you the shirt (ShameWow:() off their backs:



ShameWow:( turned them into Vicious Hounds, tearing at each other, tooth and claw, to win the Precious ShameWow:(. Oh, the horror of it all!

Why, oh why did I not listen to Dylan the ShameWow:( Detector (and son of Sheila)? He was right, all along, about Vince.

Excuse me, now. I have to stop writing. And go wash my hands. :( :( :(

Oh, and the GOOD NEWS is that although the river is now at 49.5 feet, we still seem to be doing fine in Grand Forks, ND!!!! Hooray! We should have our first crest soon, and then apparently a second crest later this month. But I know it's going to be tough on Fargo, once they assess their damage.