There may have been a storm in the Twin Cities Tuesday night, but having The Senator and Governor has been only a breeze. They’re both in the best of humor, and we haven’t had even a minor gubernatorial meltdown. The worst it got was in the bath Wednesday night, when The Governor raised an arm over his head and proclaimed, “I’m going to blast my way out of this tub.” Then he sat down and played with a boat.
Sleep was a precious commodity in the storm. The Governor had awakened several times, and we finally took him to our bed at 2 a.m. About an hour later, in thunder and lightning, Hoocher rocketed onto the bed, too. He was nervous about the rumble and light show. So, we let him stay. Bad decision. Hoocher—and The Governor—spread out crossways, leaving the Green Goddess and me to cling to opposite edges of the mattress. It’s not comfortable living on the edge.
Wednesday night marked the fabled trip to the Edina Creamery at 51st and France Ave. The Senator got his traditional cotton-candy ice cream, and The Governor and I had coconut-almond. The Senator scarfed down his cone and asked for another—which he didn’t get. (See, Ms. Chairman, I’m not a complete pushover.) The Governor nibbled away at half the speed of paint drying.
The day’s only other major activity was a trip to a neighborhood park, which has a jungle-gym of towers and slides, where the boys spent a couple of active hours. Thursday … it’ll probably be Lake Calhoun in the morning and cousins M. and J. joining the party at lunchtime on their first day of summer vacation.