Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Help. My Brain Fell Out

I was running around headless earlier today, trying to get chores done before packing my poop into a couple of saddle bags and heading off on a three day journey that would take me south to Rochester, back to the Twin Cities, and finally to the Wheels & Wings show in Osceola, WI.  As I was packing up one bag, I grabbed my appointment sheet for the Mayo and glanced at the date.  Hmmmmm, September 26. Not September 6.

Once again I have fallen prey to my own shortcomings.   Sigh.

On the bright side, I can sail tonight in the Wednesday Night Races - always a plus. Nothing like a nice sail on the big lake with the sun shining down, the scrambles in the cockpit, and the sipping of barley pop when possible.

I am still heading down to the Cities on Friday to visit a couple of friends who are going through some rough patches.  And I will be going to the W&W show where I will enter the sidecar rig in the motorcycle category.  Then home again.

They say summer is over, but you wouldn't know it by looking out the window.  The hop vines are bursting with cones, the morning glories are strutting their stuff, and the squash plants are still on strike.

The kids are back in school. One a sophomore at the U. of M. in Minneapolis, and the other doing Teach for America in Chicago.  Hope to get down to visit her soon.

What else can I say?  It's the political silly season once again.  The leaves are starting to turn.  My skier friends are talking about new skis, swaps, and hill politics.

I'm looking forward to long walks in the woods with my trusty sidekick, Killer, the ten pound poodle.

Seems like a paltry blog entry upon inspection, but it will have to do.  Ta ta.