
On Saturday we drove south and east of Mandan to attend Mary's sister and her husband's auction sale; they have decided to move off the farmstead where he has lived all of his 69 years and build a home in Mandan.  Over the span of years a good deal of machinery and hardware accumulated so they liquidated to make room for their successors.  I have always enjoyed hanging around auction sales and listening to the cry of the auctioneers, rubbing elbows with the crowd, and hearing stories being told.  Flood stories floated: one I hadn't heard yet - deer are climbing the dikes and punching holes in the plastic with their little, pointy hooves.

I visited with the executive v.p. of the ND Stockmen's Ass'n (she happens to be my niece); her story of knowing one rancher in the northern part of the state who is forced to sell 350 cow-calf pairs illustrates the severity of the season and the hard conditions that have settled in.  And rain it does!  Last night a strong thunder storm dropped another inch of rain at our place with a strong chance of more rain each of the next seven days showing on our weather map.  I thought the thunder and lightning had knocked out our wireless computer modem, but no... the tech guy came this morning.  The only thing wrong was my screw-up in connecting wires to accommodate the new tv we hung in our kitchen yesterday.