March
9, 2008:
It’s
a warm and sunny day, and the snow in
Saskatoon
is melting to beat the band.
We
just got home from Greenwater where we spent a glorious weekend. We went
down yesterday and got to the Greenwater Hall just in time for the Pot
Luck Supper. There must have been fifty or sixty people there, most of
them old friends. As usual, we had a great meal and a great visit.
After
that, we went to Kelvington, to Jenny’s place to spend the night. We had
a nice visit with her and her cats, too. Peanut, the white one, decided
she liked my black pants and immediately turned them gray.
Back
to Greenwater this morning, where we joined the Millers and Dunlops for
breakfast at The Cove and more visiting. Just like old times at the coffee
table!
We
were surprised that all the way from
Saskatoon
to Greenwater we didn’t see any sign of bare ground. In places we could
see the tips of stubble, but no dirt. It had been blowing recently and
there was snow stuck to the road from
Crooked
River
to the Park, but the road wasn’t bad. We came home via Highway #5, and
there was some bare dirt on those sharp hills east of
Saskatoon
.
From
Chelan to Greenwater, there wasn’t a single animal track in the ditch,
and only ghosts of snowmobile tracks. Lots of snow, though. Albert
Renneberg didn’t think there was quite as much as last year, but not
much less. Any moose he has seen have been in fine shape, but someone else
reported seeing one covered with ticks. Albert said the coyotes are
looking good, with little sign of mange.
We
were sitting around after supper; some of the guys were talking hockey,
but when they argued about who had scored a goal from the blue line in
1972, my eyes glazed over. Richard thought it was time to interject a
little religion, so he told the following story:
Jacques
Plante, famous NHL goalie, very much admired sportscaster Foster Hewett
and also Foster’s son, Bill Hewett, so he invited them out for supper at
a nice restaurant. They all met there at the agreed time and had a lovely
dinner. It was thoroughly enjoyed by all three, the father, the son, and
the goalie host.
We
took in the Sports & Leisure Show at the
Prairieland
Park
Thursday night. The place was really busy. Emphasis seemed to be on boats
of all kinds. I didn’t see a single plain little fishing boat – they
seem to run to eighteen feet and longer with huge engines. The simplest
fishing boat was about $21,000, and some of the ski boats were $50,000 and
more. I didn’t see prices on any of the many pontoon boats on display
but I’ll bet lots of them were over the $50,000 mark.
There
were a lot of dock systems too, with very elaborate boat lifts and
canopies. It wouldn’t be at all hard to spend $100,000 on a boat and
waterfront setup. Somewhere along the way I have lost contact with
economic reality – do people really make that much money these days?
We
saw a trailer that would eat Mel’s heart out – about twenty feet long
with retractable wheels so the frame sits right down on the ground (or
ice). The back lets down so you can carry a quad or snowmobile in it;
there is a couch and benches, a little kitchen, and a room that I believe
is meant to be a toilet. Plus, and here is the good part, six holes in the
floor with covers! A heater and lights, of course. That would be carrying
ice fishing to a fine art. Say goodbye, Ardie – if he gets his hands on
one of those you won’t see him until spring.
Donna
and Les Carpenter were there, manning a booth jointly for the Park and for
Greenhills Golf Course. Donna tells us she will be running the pro shop
this year.
Darren
Teale was there too, in a booth for Porcupine Plain, The Cove, and Allan
Serhan’s outfitting business. We didn’t get much chance to talk to any
of them as they were quite busy answering questions.
We
got to baby-sit with our great grandson, Braxton, last Tuesday. This time,
there was a new addition, a little brown bundle of energy called Tucker.
He is a cross between a pug and a beagle, so they call him a puggle. By
the time we left both Doreen and I were bleeding from his sharp little
claws, but he wasn’t rambunctious with Braxton at all.