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I just wasted most of the day watching the Indy 500. We all watch to see if Danica Patrick will be the first woman to win the 500 and of course she had a her first Indy 500 DNF. I guess my second choice would be Marco Andretti to win, but he came in 3rd of 4th. I don't know much about open wheel racing so they are about the only names I know. I lived in Indianapolis from late 1965 to late summer 1967. In other words 4th and 5th grade because my Dad was transferred there as he worked for Eli Lilly. It was culture shock for a Montana kid to move there and both my sister and I didn't cope too well, at least she didn't as much as I. I do remember going to the time trials for the 500. Also, we got to ride around the track in a van at 95 mph. Something I don't think is done anymore for insurance and safety reasons. It was fun though. The racing names of those times were Parnelli Jones and Mario Andretti. I remember the people of Indiana were some of the nicest folks I have ever met. I mostly remember pining away for some kind of landmark that wasn't flat. I went through DT's without mountains. My Dad was then transferred to Boulder, CO so that emotional issue was solved, but that's a subject for anther time.

Now, tonight is NASCAR's Coca Cola 600. Their longest race. Now NASCAR is something I do know about being my father's daughter. Of course I root for Dale Jr., being my father's daughter. Memorial Day weekend car racing, a kick off to summer. A typical one here. Under 60 degrees, cloudy and lousy weather.

Drought's Over!

OK, I'm over it now. If I wanted to live in Oregon I'd be walking on Canon Beach in the rain in the morning. It does create a little excitement instead of foreboding on how much hay is going to cost, is there going to be enough hay, etc.

I'm easily amused by the whims of spring. The grass is so green it hurts your eyes and that's on a socked in gray day. Imagine what it will be like when the sun comes out. The white water rafters and kayakers are licking their lips in anticipation. The fly fisher persons can't wait for the water to go down. I'm just relishing it not being dark and cold, but being light until 10pm and playing outside until then. I always have a to do and to go list this time of year, but most of it doesn't get done. That's OK, to me it's the thought that counts.

I'm also happy that I don't live next to a river right now. That would just ruin my whole spring. All that snow still up there in the mountains and all that record rain this week. Haven't had a good flood for 10 years. I'm happy to be out of a drought cycle nevertheless.

I think that when the time comes I'll have put on my headstone, "Spring always comes".