Funny (but true) local police blotter, July 23-24. It's starting to rain, so I have to rush this one. Photos coming in next post.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM! YOU’RE THE BEST – and I’m glad we’re not on this police blotter.
These police observations need no elaboration beyond, “Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.” I pick up the weekly copy of the Flathead Beacon newspaper to read the goings-on in small-town Montana.
8:37 a.m. A Kalispell man was mad at his sisters.
4:48 p.m. Reportedly, the irresponsible driver of a ‘90s red Cadillac brandished his middle finger and cut someone off.
6:53 p.m. A member of the school cleaning team captured two young boys who were running on the roof.
8:20 p.m. A woman on Iowa Avenue near Whitefish reported that the reckless driver of a yellow convertible almost ran over her kids
8:07 a.m. A Kila woman reported that five goats were standing in her yard.
4:34 p.m. Reportedly, a woman on the Lone Pine trail did not have her dog on a leash and the caller would like her to be warned.
5:13 p.m. a 13-year-old’s friend called in to report that his friend was stuck in a swing in the community park on Stag Lane. He claimed that he asked the boy’s mom for butter to aid in the removal, but was refused. The fire department showed up and successfully removed the boy from the swing.
8:27 p.m. Someone watched an intoxicated woman fall into a ditch along Highway 35 in Bigfork.
9:24 p.m. Someone claimed that they were hit with a cup as they were driving down West Reserve Drive.
10:46 p.m. Kids in West Glacier were reportedly “hootin’ and a hollerin.”
10:50 p.m. A man claimed that although it was dark and hard to see, he was pretty sure that the kids skate-boarding down the bypass flipped him off.
Someone called police Wednesday that she’d photographed her neighbor’s dog in her yard “again.” Another reported that 15-20 gnomes had gone missing from her front yard. Thursday the highlight was the interactions between a lakefront resident and neighbors zooming too close to shore on jet-skis, involving multiple calls and a visit by police to diffuse a threat by the skiers that the “Hells Angels are coming to get you this weekend.”
Sunday had a few things of interest, including this zinger at 6:20 p.m. “A man on Shady Lane reported that his girlfriend stole the keys to his car and was hiding out in the trailer across the street. She claimed that he was intoxicated and his car doesn’t run anyway.”
Oh well. Those were highlights from the towns nearby. Meanwhile, camp is quiet and well-behaved. Life is simpler, living in God's guidelines.
Last weekend, W and I went to Whitefish, a cute resort town about 20 minutes away, and bought a “hand-crocheted” rug for the office. The wools came from leftovers at Penelton Mills in OR. “I can’t get any more,” said the art coop owner. “The lady no longer makes the rugs: rheumatoid arthritis prevents her fingers from hooking the thick wool.” Yup, she HAND-crocheted this one. It’s lovely, about 3” thick, anchoring my chair and warming my bare feet. I’ll pray for her as her craft blesses me each day. (I'll post a picture in a later issue.)
I’m thrilled that the office is DONE! Rich’s wonderful commercial shelving has been assembled into desks and shelves. The blinds are up, the heater works for late nights, and the dog crate is in the corner.
On his last day in MT, W and I cleaned up building projects inside and outside, including a reorganization of the shed. The tools and wood are neatly tucked away. In the cabin, all is washed, swept, vacuumed, and the laundry is clean and folded. The books line the shelves, waiting to be read. What a wonderful place to write and think about God and His ways! Be well, and keep your sense of humor as the last month of summer vacation is here.
*Give me an eagerness for your laws rather than a love for money! Turn my eyes from worthless things, and give me life through your word." Psalm 119:36–37
*This is what the Lord says— your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the Lord your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go." Isaiah 48:17 NIV