Hi everyone,

“Little farm on the Prairie”

 We’ve moved.  We’re now living in a little farmhouse 3 miles from the school along the highway to Fort Thompson, which is about 13 miles away.  We’ve swapped with a teacher who wants to live on campus.  One of Kate’s dreams is to live on a farm out in the sticks.  Well, just before we moved, her friend, Marcella –(a Native American who worked with Kate 10 years ago here), rang to say that someone died out there years ago and there is a spirit that hangs around.  It seemed to unsettle Kate slightly, but I dismissed it as scare mongering.  It took most of Saturday to move in and the quietness was great - just the occasional truck or car passing by and the twittering of the birds in the nearby trees.

Well, I found this contraption in the house no bigger than a matchbox.  The cover was off it and there was wiring inside.  I mucked around with it and put my fingers into the circuit.  I then heard rumbling outside.  “Oh, great, that’s Don, the owner, come to check how we’re going!”  I looked outside and noticed that the garage door was up and there was a boat inside.  “OK, so Don’s come to check out his boat.”  But, there’s no vehicle!  “Hang on – there’s no vehicle!!!”  “What was that rumbling sound and how come the garage door is open??????   Hey – what was that about the spirit?”  I was starting to get uneasy when I realized that I had pressed the remote for the garage door.  Not bad – the beam had penetrated the two walls of the house.  The mystery was solved.

We’re enjoying our little house on the prairie.  It’s quite good to be able to leave the school and also drive to work in the morning – 7 minutes.  This morning I rode in on the mountain bike – 25 minutes.  I’ve taken pictures of the house and the surroundings – hope you like them.  

 Regards,

 BK