I know, I know: fillies race FROM the starting post. But I ain't no filly any more, and I'm not above an attempt to list above the rest of you blogger blokes, on the Jimmasphere site.
Yesterday my beloved and I had to make an expotition to downtown Felton (Pop 5000) to do some banking and a bit o' shopping, so we stopped for lunch there at the Cowboy Diner-Bar-Cafe (i.e., Greg Horne's "find" in San Lorenzo Valley). We started with an hors d'oeuvres plate of Yam Puffs with Jalapeno Jelly and Ranch Dipping Sauces; John had a Pulled Pork BBQ Sandwich; and I ordered a medium-rare bacon/cheese burger (luncheon size). These were all fine choices.
(The fact that I have had Rumbling Gut Syndrome overnight had nothing to do with this, right?)
It's a quiet day in Lake Wobegon West today; we'll listen (as ever) to Prairie Home Companion this evening -- Patty Loveless is a guest this time, a fine girl.
Tomorrow we are skipping church (gasp! horrors!) in order to be home at 11 AM PST, for the start of the DC festivities. That is to say, "We'll pray with you, Bishop Robinson" - to paraphrase Simon & Garfunkel - and pray throughout the ceremonies for our Barack to turn this world around, and to be safe doing it.
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Wish we were going to D.C.!
We have to go to the passport center on the 20th to get Seamus' passport ... the nice lady there who Greta talked to on the phone said, "We'll be watching the inauguration until 2:30, but if it's cold, we'll let you in so that you can watch it with us."
See, the country is changing already!
yes, as Leenie also reported, the DC airport security people were laughing and friendly when they came in on Saturday. What is this country coming to?
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