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friday night: center stage
Retired Mountain Lady, also a member of Hope Mountain Blues and the Cougar Creek Band, plays with Running With Scissors on Friday nights at Trinity restaurant. Last week was supposed to have been the last gig, but the band was … Continue reading
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friday night at the studio
Friday night–after the grapes and the wine and the music–continued at DMP’s niece’s students’ art show here: We had a blast here. I wished I could take one of Holly’s classes and release my inner artist, but I’m not sure … Continue reading
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stompin’ grapes
Last Friday night Dancing Mandolin Player thought we might get in on some grape-stompin’ action at this winery in downtown Sandpoint. No such luck! I’m not sure if they would have let wine-soaked patrons into the vats, but this is … Continue reading
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free books on kindle
I just came across this list while surfing Amazon. The top 100 free books! It’s quite an array of new authors, established authors, fiction and nonfiction. Click here for the top 100 list for free books!
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first day of september
Yes, the day really was this beautiful. I took my legal pads and pens and clipboard and water and sunglasses and camera and hat and phone down to the dock. During one moment, I saw 3 speedboats, 1 pontoon boat, … Continue reading
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scenes from the kitchen
Not my kitchen, though. Dancing Mandolin Player’s kitchen. The woman lives off the land. Truly.
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cornhuskers, on tv and in the kitchen
DMP’s boyfriend Bob shared his television with me on Saturday, the opening day of college football and the debut of the 2013 Nebraska Cornhuskers team. Bob husked the corn. As did Wyoming, who played Nebraska and kept us on the … Continue reading
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the lunch combo at The Readery
Who doesn’t like all of these things???? The food was great, the bread to-die-for, the service cheerful, the music (New Orleans blues?) perfect. It felt like Austin, but it was Sandpoint.
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