{"id":878,"date":"2007-02-07T20:53:39","date_gmt":"2007-02-07T20:53:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/65.175.102.14\/?p=878"},"modified":"2018-04-01T22:06:56","modified_gmt":"2018-04-02T03:06:56","slug":"878","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bismarckmandanblog.com\/?p=878","title":{"rendered":"Saw my coyote"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The HOT 99.7 is my current body temp, not a local radio station. Actually, maybe it is a local station, I don&#8217;t know; I don&#8217;t listen to local FM. Sadly, I find myself still awake at 4am, sipping hot Theraflu (this stuff WORKS) and trying to get Charlie out of my head&#8230;which is in Mississippi, by the way, if you&#8217;re looking for a music reference this morning. I&#8217;ve got a recurrence of &#8220;the crud&#8221; and am phoning this in from fever land. Thankfully I have a wife who&#8217;s a nurse and has a thermometer (and a wonderful bedside manner).<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re kinda walking wounded at Casa del Clint these days. My wife had a particularly painful tonsillectomy last week, the day after which we discovered we have a 6-week old baby with an infection in both ears and snot in his nose. All it took was a few sleepless nights with PJ to let this nasty bug get a foothold in my sinuses again. The only one having a decent time in our house is Scooter, our bird!<\/p>\n<p><center><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" style=\"border: 0pt none;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bismarckmandanblog.com\/images\/homer_coyote.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center>I went to bed early after the Wizards game tonight, slept like a rock (except for all the tossing and turning) until 2:20am on the dot, and have been awake and miserable ever since. It reminds me of an episode of the Simpsons where Homer eats an &#8220;insanity pepper&#8221; at the local fair. As I recall, he has a really trippy hallucination in which he finds himself face down in the desert. Next to him is a coyote, voiced by Johnny Cash. The coyote tells him what happened and Homer asks, &#8220;are you my spirit guide?&#8221; Johnny Cash simply replies, &#8220;No, Homer&#8230;I&#8217;m your coyote.&#8221; Well, after nights like this, I sum it up by saying that I saw my coyote.<\/p>\n<p>My dear friend Mike Holwegner used to tell a joke when he had a cold: &#8220;What&#8217;s green and goes backwards?&#8221; Then he&#8217;d snort back a nose full of gunk. You&#8217;d have to know the guy to appreciate his humor, which was a near daily part of my morning until his passing a few short years ago. I&#8217;ve got green in my head, but not in my camera; instead, I thought I&#8217;d showcase a little local color from a week or so ago.<\/p>\n<p><center><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" style=\"border: 0pt none;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bismarckmandanblog.com\/images\/pinknblue1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center>Obviously I love sunrises and sunsets&#8230;heck, anything that happens in the sky. What I encountered east of Bismarck on this trip was a pleasant surprise: the pink of the sky with the blue of the snow. It&#8217;s a scene right out of the 1980&#8217;s; in fact, I&#8217;m pretty sure I still own some snowboarding gear in these colors!<\/p>\n<p><center><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" style=\"border: 0pt none;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bismarckmandanblog.com\/images\/pinknblue2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center>Another pleasant surprise is that we&#8217;ve got landscape features like this within five minutes of Bismarck city limits. I&#8217;ve found bluffs, outcroppings, valleys, and all kinds of other really cool places. Since they&#8217;ve assigned all rural roads a street name for 911 purposes, it feels even more like these places are a part of town.<\/p>\n<p><center><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" style=\"border: 0pt none;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bismarckmandanblog.com\/images\/pinknblue3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center>During the summer a sunset like this would likely be more red than pink, and would be offset simply by a dark horizon instead of a blue one. The snow helps out there by not only keeping the ground illuminated somewhat, but also by adding some <a href=\"http:\/\/www.color-wheel-pro.com\/color-schemes.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">analogous color.<\/a> (In an effort to enhance my skills and be more valuable at work, I&#8217;ve been studying color theory.)<\/p>\n<p><center><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" style=\"border: 0pt none;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bismarckmandanblog.com\/images\/pinknblue4.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center>And then the sun began to fade, adding contrast to the bands of clouds. Like I said, this is literally within minutes of city limits. Anyone who thinks Bismarck-Mandan is boring is looking for an excuse to be lame. We live in a remarkable city.<\/p>\n<p>Well, that&#8217;s it. I just slammed the last of the Theraflu&#8230;you know, the part where all the nasty bitter grainy stuff is? Bleah. My wife is still on pain meds for her post-tonsillectomy pain, and PJ is on the mend. They&#8217;re couch pilots tonight. Scooter&#8217;s keeping an eye on us like a responsible bird should. As for this blogger, it&#8217;s time to throw down a bottled water chaser and bundle up to sweat this thing out. Have a happy Wednesday, and try to stay clear of &#8220;the crud.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The HOT 99.7 is my current body temp, not a local radio station. Actually, maybe it is a local station, I don&#8217;t know; I don&#8217;t listen to local FM. 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