|First Floor Closet|
For the news, I step outside with the dog at 6:30 am. Wind direction, honking geese, a pheasant pair walking down at the north fence line, horses whinnying, a far off bark, sandhill cranes skrawking in the cornfield across from Freymiller's farm, a bluejay yelling "thief,thief" and a crow convention in the treeline at the river tell me all's well. From the amount of traffic on the highway, I can tell the day of the week. Three radio stations play non stop oldies, country music and Christian music. For national news I turn to NPR. Because we're close to the Minnesota border, I can also pull in MPR(Minnesota Public Radio). It's not much different than WPR. That and a weekly news magazine called The Week are all I need. Wait! I take that back. My connection with the world of bloggers( spell check declares floggers as an acceptable substitute) keeps my finger on the pulse of the nation. At least ones with more than half a brain. Sherry and Jean watch out, I'm feeling your pulse.