Cattle on the Road to BoulderUp by 9 a.m. Had a good rest and Oh, the cold is so much better this morning. I'm just so glad I got that cough syrup because when they asked the doctor at chemo yesterday about what to take, or did I need a prescription or another chest x-ray, he said no just to stay really hydrated - the syrup just settled the whole thing right down - sore throat much improved, getting lots up off the chest if that's not too much to share. Frosty was back here again early this morning plowing two big snowcatchers over in Norms field on the other side of the fence, and cleared out the lane again, so I didn't get any pictures of what the drift waves looked like. I'd say they were 18" high. It was the pattern and formation that was awesome. Two new books came in yesterday's mail. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, and Teton Tales by Paul Petzoldt. He founded the National Outdoor Leadership School here in our region and was in the mountains all during the time I was running the lodge. We saw lots of their kids during those times. I read an excerpt of one of the chapters and really liked his story. It was very well written, so will enjoy this book too. Anyway The Diving Bell is by Jean-dominique Bauby, a Frenchman who had a stroke in his 40's and could only blink his left eyelid. They worked out an alphabet code and he wrote this small book with his speech therapist. I thought it might be an inspiration. They have made a movie of his story. I'm already half way through the book and like it pretty well. Have done the two days's blog, got some laundry done and folded and straightened the kitchen. Joe's been busy with his "housework" because he knows I don't have such a good day after chemo. He's emptied the dishwasher and vacuumed so I'm thankful for everything he does to help. However, am happy to report I have had essentially no symptoms from the treatment this time and am feeling better every day. I still wish I hadn't had that setback with the collapsed lung, but now that its in the past it doesn't seem so bad. The day is glorious, at noon its about 34 degrees and very bright and sunny out. Joe has a living room window cracked for a little fresh air - as well as the wood stove gets it too warm in here when the temperature comes up. The snow is visibly settling down pretty quickly in this warm weather. The dogs are happy to be staying outside right now. Yesterday the rivers and streams were much more open again, and that was surprising. It's pretty early for that. But the snow is deeper again at Bondurant and through the canyon, over the fences in many places this time. In the mail yesterday two sweatshirts arrived that my cousin Maryanne gifted to me, one black berber fleece pullover, which I'm wearing this morning, and a purple heavyweight with a wolf on the front. They are both perfect and thank you Maryanne. Also arrived were the three sweat pants from Eddie Bauer so I should be set for warm soft cozies to dress in. We were surprised and sad to hear a woman from Daniel died last Thursday when she left her stranded vehicle and attempted to walk to her residence a short distance away during the severe winter snowstorm. Apparently her car got stuck and she was walking two tenths of a mile to her house. She was found the next day only 50 feet from the building.
