I am not a sissy la-la. Or at least, I like to think I am not. Having a nurse for a mother and being raised in a place where your playpen consisted of mud pits, I donât get weirded out by blood and dirt. Snakes? I find them fascinating. Bugs? Pretty hardy critters themselves (the nuclear holocaust may wipe us off the map like a magic marker on a dry erase board, but cockroaches will live on). True, I donât get excited at the prospect of running into one of those dog-sized rats I saw in Italy, but thatâs why man created the .22.
I canât lie, good readers, I was simultaneously delighted and a bit disappointed that the pitchforks and torches got left at home (or at least in the pick-up truck) at the last two Coffee with Sophie sessions. After all, itâs hard for a girl to get cute cardigans over Teflon body armor and not look like you are carrying around that extra bulk.
Several days ago, elected officials from Stevens County traveled to Pasco to sit in on a meeting of the nine-member Washington State Fish and Game Commission. Also in attendance at the meeting was Hunters-area farmers and sheep-herders, Dave and Julie Dashiell. Unless youâve been living off the grid, you probably know that the Dashiellâs lost at least two-dozen dead sheep (confirmed) to wolves. The bigger story is that this long-time area family is still missing upwards of 300 sheep.
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A lot to talk about this week
The high school sportsâ season(s) got underway with Friday Night Lights and Friday Afternoon Sunshine from outposts like Hunters and Incheliumâto Kettle Falls and Colville.
From my cheap seat, all I have to say is itâs about time.â As an unabashed sports fan of the mostly college and high school persuasion, I have been eagerly awaiting the start of high school sports. Yes, it tends to ratchet up my workload exponentially, but thatâs okay. What else am I going to do? Itâs all about being a good sport all ways and always being a good sport.
Letâs talk about sexual orientation.
For those of you who I havenât immediately lost to another section of the newspaper, thank you for staying with me. I mean no rudeness, crudeness, or offense. But weâre all adults, and I would like to write about an issue that has been nagging at me for a while now.
Marriage has always been like my own personal Sasquatch. Do I really believe in it? Iâve fluctuated between âYes, Iâve seen the proof!â to âNo, if you examine the footage closer you will see thatâs actually a dissatisfied couple in a gorilla suit.â Other times, I have simply been awed and inspired by otherâs commitment to the Love Kool-Aid and their fondness and respect for their partner as they take the ride called life together.
A new top tax rate, higher Medicare taxes and the phase-out of deductions and exemptions could mean higher taxes for wealthier Americans this yearâor not. Legally wed same sex couples, meanwhile, may find the true meaning of the âmarriage penalty.â
One thing is for certain: All taxpayers will have a harder time taking medical deductions.
Usually, I donât hearken to computer games, at least not since my fellow elementary school classmates and myself used to squabble over who got to shoot at pixilated buffalo and deer in The Oregon Trail game during our allotted computer time. Facebook frolics such as Farmville are beyond me, considering that if I actually wanted to bail hay and milk cows, I know several people whose doors I could just knock on as opposed to clicking a mouse.
After both Oregon and Oregon State looked about as interested in playing football last Saturday as I do in putting together a yearly business budget and participating in the hackneyed and clichĂ© Christmas shopping bacchanal, I thought it would be a great idea to test your Northwest Rivalry Recollection this week.
This week and last week are rife with annual college football rivalry games from Left Coast to Right. Most of them I have heard some working AARP knowledge of.