August Flees

August is nearly half gone. Next week is the first week of the Minnesota State Fair. Soon thereafter a herd of Republicans come to town to choose a "white-haired old guy" as their presidential candidate. There will be a circus-like atmosphere in staid old St. Paul. Soon thereafter school starts.

This weekend the Prairie Princess was here to visit. We saw a Woody Allen movie, ate some Thai food, and went to the Greek Festival at the Greek Orthodox Church on Summit. She's gone now, back to the prairie restoration project in Glyndon. She and Herb were clowning around in the kitchen before she left and the result is below.



Quote of the day: Said by Walter Dix, the bronze medal winner in the 100 meter dash in Beijing. He said this of Usain "Lightning" Bolt, the gold medal winner in world record time. He said, "That man can run."

If you saw the race you probably know what he means, and how understated it is.

I played tennis three times last week after our return from the east shore of Lake Michigan. I'm in a slump. The zone is nowhere to be seen. I'll be searching for it all week.

Herb is off to Como Park to see the lantern floating ceremony that closes the Japanese Festival that has been going on today. He's riding his bike.