Actually, it’s still Spinter, but heading in the direction of Spring. Temperatures are low at night, but warmer in the daytime. I think it was close to, if not, 40 degrees today. I have not yet seen puddles in the horse pen, but the base is getting softer, and old manure is just starting to surface.

I got Tyra out this afternoon, took her for a walk because she was the one waiting anxiously at the gate.

She and I went on a field trip, to Jim’s place, went right up the driveway because the gate was down. The driveway was plowed so most likely the person who won the online auction item that we

Tyra contemplates jumping over Jim's cable

call the crane will soon remove it. I just wish that so many years ago, I’d seen Jim driving it up the road, to his place. It’s actually become a neighborhood landmark. When Pete and I return from town, we look up hill, over at Jim’s place before turning onto Oceanview Road. Pete says, “crane’s still there.” I hope that I’m around and get a parting shot.

Tom the realtor and his buddy Fred were sitting in the driveway, in Tom’s Econovan. I asked Tom why they were there, and Tom said that they were just looking to get away for a bit. How odd, you’d think that they’d either go someplace and go for a walk or do a few loops around the turnaround. Then Tom said (and this made more sense) that he was getting a few photos of the interior of the place, which he’d post online.

Tom is also trying to get rid of the Conex that burned up in the infamous fire.

We all are wondering just how long Jim’s place will be for sale and who will purchase it.

Last night, I was writing about teaching Samantha who lived down the road how to read. This brought back to mind her grandparents, Pat and Ray, who both died, Pat right after Ray. Pat had emphysema and Ray, unbeknownst to anyone else, had a brain tumor. He got a headache and went to the hospital and a few days later was dead.

This truly was the end of an era.

Pat and Ray had a part Golden Retriever named Nikki, a dog that simpered a lot. One day Nikki came into our yard and our dog, Rainbow, who didn’t like dogs that simpered, chased her out.

Samantha now resides in the cabin that her Uncle Craig lived in – he moved out a few years ago and took his bad ass German Shepherd with him. Sam has a daughter named Trinity. The last time I spoke to her she said that she was going to quit her job working at Athena Pizza and get work in a smoke shop.

Sam’s brother Anthony lives in the rebuilt cabin next to Sam’s place. It burnt down one summer when I was off at a T-touch clinic. Pete was there for some of it.

I should have entitled this dispatch wind, rain, and fire.

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