I admit to once washing out my kids' Ghostbusters underpants and drying them overnight atop the a/c in a Wichita motel. The vacation ran long because of car repairs and a broken arm. BUT GEEZ! THIS MAN IS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT and he can't look long range enough to send some local volunteer to the mall! He wants to play chess on the big board???
So my sympathies go out to all the comparatively normal Illinois bloggers. There were more fisherman than presidential candidates out at Oak Point Nature Preserve after our 4+ inches of rain in twenty-four hours.
This father and son were fishing on the dam while water drained across the walk into a runoff stream. It looked like a golden memory moment. Suddenly there was a whoop and holler. I was afraid the dad had lost the lad in the overflow rush. Nope, the dad was whooping because a "fourteen inch bass just swam across the sidewalk." Taking traditional fisherman measurement exaggerations into account, that was still a good surprise and a golden moment.
And yes, that is kale. Scanned it because the camera was behaving badly. Even if your old dog is on the car roof, it can still learn new tricks. Never had kale before in my whole live-long life, but the minestrone recipe called for kale. And it was good.
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder