If you read the Roundup this week, you’re going to have to put up with me complaining about the weather again.
It was cold and snowing again last Monday and both the Bison and Harding County schools started two hours late. Reub had an appointment with his back surgeon in Dickinson on Tuesday and it was snowing and blowing so hard that we couldn’t see where the road was most of the way home from south of Reeder that evening. School was canceled in Harding County on Friday and again this Monday because it was snowing, freezing cold, and no travel was advised. Church was called off Sunday morning because the wind was howling and it was 24 below zero. Did I mention I’m sick of winter?
We’ve lost some more old friends. Jerry Carlson, 77, passed away in California on Feb. 8th after losing a long-fought battle with cancer. Jerry graduated from Buffalo in 1960 and was married to Sharon Root from Bison.
Hope (Wick) Seifert, 93, formerly from Scranton, passed away in Bismarck on Valentine’s Day. Her funeral was last Thursday in Bowman and she will be buried at the Haley Cemetery at a later date.
Edith (Englehart) Kok, 86, formerly from Hettinger, died at her home in Beulah on Feb. 20th. Edith, one of eleven children, grew up on Rabbit Creek, 12 miles south of Bison. Edith and her husband Bud Kok moved to Hettinger, where she lived and worked until Bud died. Her funeral will be held June 8th at the Senior Citizens Center in Hettinger with burial to follow alongside her husband in the Hettinger Cemetery.
The Slim Buttes ladies didn’t quilt on Wednesday and Thursday because lambing, calving, and shearing sheep have taken top priority. Wilkinsons and Tenolds got their sheep sheared this week and have started lambing. These guys moved everything out of the calving shed and brought the cows in because we also started calving this week.
There were several good articles about sheep and sheep shearers in the last South Dakota Magazine. Loren Opstedahl from Union Center had his shearing crew featured in the very interesting article. There was also a picture of Butte County rancher Dave Ollila and his son Tate skirting wool. Ollila serves as the state Sheep Field Specialist for South Dakota State University’s Extension Service. Opstedahl’s crew sheared Jeremy and Carrie Stadheim’s sheep last week and Sage and Alaina and their kids came down from Hettinger to help. Reub and Jeremy’s father, Lynn Stadheim, were part of the crew that used to shear our sheep, but since they have all retired we get Loren Opstedahl’s crew to shear for us, but that won’t happen until the first of April before we start lambing.
Our grandson Creed wound up back in the hospital in Gillette on Thursday. He is in a lot of pain and was dehydrated following the emergency surgery he had last Saturday for a perforated ulcer. His intestines are still not working right, but when I talked to Guy Sunday afternoon he told me that Creed isn’t in as much pain as he was but he’s sure not ready to go home yet. The weather was really miserable out there too. Guy has just started lambing and has lost two sets of twins already.
Lanie and Matt and the kids came down from Dickinson Friday afternoon to spend the weekend at the ranch. Trig came home from college for spring break and to help with the calving. Ashley Thybo came to visit Lanie on Saturday. After waiting out the horrible wind, blowing snow and freezing cold on Sunday morning, Ashley and Matt and all braved the roads to head home that afternoon.
Reub and I spent Sunday afternoon watching the American rodeo on TV. Sawyer Gilbert placed first in the breakaway in first go on Saturday but broke out Sunday afternoon. Cole Elshere was sitting in 4th place in the saddle bronc on Sunday, but he also got put out that afternoon.
Have you got your taxes done yet? I hate having to give our hard-earned money to the government to waste on paying billions of dollars on welfare to illegal aliens, funding Planned Parenthood to murder babies, and allow dysfunctional career politicians to give away our tax money to keep people in their districts voting for them. Grrrr!
I’ll leave you with this:
The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time (weightlifters, longshoremen, etc.) but nobody could do it.
One day this scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, “I’d like to try the bet.”
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said okay, grabbed a lemon and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man.
But the crowd’s laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man, “What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, or what?”
The man replied, “I work for the IRS.