Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2009

How to Make it Snow

So, after our whiteout Christmas, we have had a January thaw with an associated 3-4 week "snow drought." This has concerned the kids, mainly because it's pretty unlikely the school will declare a "snow day" out of school without any snow.

They tried good old-fashioned prayer for a while, even disguising their appeals to a higher power as an altruistic plea "that we might have moisture for the farmers."

Well, that wasn't working, so of course they have had to get more creative in their approach. When you want something done right, do it yourself, right?

With this in mind, Avree, our six-year old, was having an in-depth discussion on the subject with her friend Lincoln the other day, who informed her that if you want to make it snow, all you have to do is sleep with your pajamas inside out. (I mean, geez, everybody knows that!) Here she is in her bed earlier tonight, trying for a repeat performance.


And, apparently, if you want to be extra sure, you also sleep with two (not one, not three, TWO) wooden spoons under your pillow, like this:


Avree gave it a try the other night, and sure enough, we awoke to a couple new inches in the morning. Not enough to cancel school, but it was a start. Well, tonight even Ashlynn has bought in. (Nathan, so far, isn't about to try it. He's playing the part of the cool, rational older brother who is way too cool for this sort of thing. I can tell he's watching it all with an interested eye, though. I mean, a day off school is a day off school, right?)


I'm planning to go skiing at Targhee tomorrow. I wonder if we have any more wooden spoons in the drawer!

UPDATE: (1/27/09) Sure enough, snow day today! We got a call from the school district this morning (at 6:00!) informing us school had been cancelled "due to extreme cold." It was -10 degrees at the airport this morning. It is also snowing, but only lightly.

I really should have turned my jammies inside out, since it was -20 at Targhee this morning, so I couldn't go skiing as planned, unless I wanted to come home a popsicle. Next week!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Rexburg Cougar Hunt!

There have been recent news stories about a cougar seen in and around town over the past few days. The most recent update had said Fish & Game had followed its tracks down to a river, and thought it had left the area.

Last night, however, just as we were finishing up seeing patients, David Day, one of our PAs got a call from his wife, who said that their 10-year old daughter and a friend had been sledding in Smith Park (which is sort of the main park in the middle of town, and not more than two blocks from my medical office). While sledding, they had run across some large cat tracks. Jokingly, they said it must be the "Rexburg cougar" they had heard about in the news and at school. After following the tracks for a while, they decided to go across the street to the friend's house to get a camera, so they could take some pictures of the tracks.

This they did, but upon their return and just as they were about to enter a stand in the trees, one of the girls stopped, saying she just had a really bad feeling, and didn't want to go back over there. The other girl teased her a little and they stood there a few minutes before finally deciding to go back to the friend's house. Just as they turned to go, one of the girls spotted movement in one of the trees, which drew her eyes to focus on the Rexburg cougar, right there in the tree!

At this point both girls skedaddled back across the street and indoors, excitedly relating their experience to the other girl's mother who, skeptical but curious, scanned the trees across the street with binoculars. At length she spotted what appeared to be a "yellow tail hanging down, and possibly the backside of a cougar." After a minute, the big cat moved, and lept into another tree close by.

At this point, the woman called the police, who said they would drive by the park, but that really this was a Fish & Game issue, and that she should call them (presumably because the lion had not yet broken any laws). So, she followed their advice, and got a recording telling her Fish & Game was closed for the evening.

Well, upon hearing the story and realizing this news was less than a half hour old, Dave, Dr. Watson, Mary Zollinger and I decided to check things out for ourselves. After a quick trip home to don coat and boots, we met back at ground zero, armed with our high-powered xenon flashlights Dr. Zollinger gave us for Christmas.

Somewhat timidly at first, and then more boldly, we began to explore the park, utilizing the time-honored search grid known as "random wandering." We nearly made ourselves dizzy, alternately shining our searchlights into the foliage above, and down on the snow beneath, all the while criss-crossing around the park aimlessly, shining our searchlights into every nook and cranny.

After a fruitless half-hour, I was nearly frozen, and starting to wonder about the credibility of our sources. Grandpa Darce always says, "Tracks make thin soup!" We couldn't have even started the broth with what we found. Finally, we gave up. I didn't get my coveted photo of a cougar in the wild, which I'm sure they would have put in the paper (or, possibly, National Geographic), but I did capture these two schmucks who were wandering around in the bitter cold looking for a mountain lion in the middle of town, that turned out to be just a wild goose.

So, did this story simply come from the active imaginations of two ten year old girls? Was there just a large tabby loitering in the park, sharpening its claws in the pine trees? Did the play of light and shadow, and the heat of the moment have their mother seeing things too? We'll never know, but consider this: the next day, Dave drove his daughter over to the park so she could point out exactly where the "sighting" occurred. Not only could she point out the very tree, but the exact branch the big cat was perched on. When Dave told her to stay there while he took a closer look, his normally level-headed and non-dramatic daughter began to tremble and almost to cry, saying, "No! Dad! You're not going out there!" She was still absolutely terrified, a whole day later!