Cathy in the Wright

I'm Still Here...

We've had several wild days in a row here at The Outpost. Not crazy wild...just busy. The gluttony of activites is over so now it's time to unbutton the jeans, sneak the zipper down just a bit, flop on the couch, and watch some football.

Or at least take a small breather as August winds up to a whirlwind pitch.

Today we had one of The Senator's little friends over for a visit. At one point, Young Master Taylor asked me a few questions about driving a car. Who taught me to drive? How old was I when I learned? What kind of car did I first drive? That last question I answered with "Chevy Celebrity." He asked me, "Is that a buggy?"

Buggy? How old do you think I am, twerp? Give me that cookie back, you punk.

Besides having my son's friend think I'm older than the hills, other highlights of the past few days included a soccer game with the Cameroon National squad and a visit to the Wright County Fair.

The county fair was terrific. Comfortable weather, no crowds, cheese curds, and the world's largest Holstein. Can you ask for more? I didn't think so. The world's largest Holstein (for you city folks...Holsteins are the black and white dairy cows) is Oscar, and he tips the scale at 4000 pounds. I even got a yellow sticker declaring that I had seen Oscar. Only cost me a buck. What a deal.

My other favorite part of the fair was slapping the "Wright County Republicans" stickers on the back of the boys' shirts and parading back and forth in front of the hippie manning the Democrats booth.

Or maybe it was the cheese curds. Close call.

The soccer game? It wasn't the Cameroon National team. At least not all of them. The phrase "had our asses handed to us" doesn't even come remotely close to what happened Friday night. We probably would have done better had we not showed up at all.

Saturday we had some friends out for dinner. We grilled bacon-wrapped filets from Ittel's in Howard Lake. It's an old-time butcher shop; no web site, but great meats. They process our bacon for us whenever we butcher pigs. Yum, yum.

We ate a lot of food and shared a great bottle of wine. Sunday at soccer I swear I was sweating Merlot. Guess I shouldn't have usurped The VP's share of the vino.

Tomorrow we're back to our regular summer schedule: Nursing Home Tuesday, Play Date Wednesday, Do-Nothing Thursday, and Park or Beach Friday.

I know, I know. It's a tough life.

And with that, I'll leave you with a picture of my cow. I took this photo on Thursday after Kerry got the official nod from the Democrats. When I told my cow, this is how he looked:

Posted by Cathy at August 2, 2004 10:37 PM