As I mentioned yesterday, I went to the nursing home this morning and spent a couple of hours ferrying old-timers around the local golf course. The Cokato Town and Country Club should be thanked for its kindness in providing ten carts and some beautiful grounds to peruse at our leisure. And while one hates to nit-pick in the face of such generosity...I couldn't help but notice the glaring lack of beer carts the entire time we were there. A survivable oversight, but not something your top-notch country clubs would have let happen. Still, we had a pleasant morning.

Beautiful course with scenic Brooks Lake in the background.

Large stretches of well-manicured, rain-sodden lawn. Or as Mr. E. and I liked to call it: Tabula Rasa

Mr. E. I cropped myself out of the picture because I looked ridiculous. The wind had blown my hair across my face, my eyes were all scrunched up, and frankly, you would have been hard pressed to tell who was the volunteer and who was the inmate.
Mr. E. and I had a good time. We didn't leave our initials in the grass anywhere as planned; the groundskeeper was out mowing and seemed to right behind us the whole time. I guess there's always the next outing and a can of spray paint.