Well, this is a fine situation

I thought I had written a couple of posts, but apparently not. I would say I am off my game, but when George Bush 41 said that to his mother about tennis, she shot back, “You have no game.” That’s probably true of me as well; I just wanted to do a little name-dropping in the got game category.

It warmed up from that 9 degrees, but it is headed back down there tonight, and we had so much blowing snow last night that schools were cancelled today. If I lived in South Bend, I could expect to get between a foot and two feet of snow tonight, but, for some reason, we are not . . . so far . . . alerted to get any. I don’t know, maybe it is mighty lake effect snow.

Since I thought I’d posted, but had not, it occurs to me that perhaps it is time to make it more interesting here by just looking beyond reality into another dimension of my life – or, to keep the general Twilight Zone tone of that sentence – let us say, my being, essence. My whatever.

Yes, I like that: My Whatever.

So, we all had a good time at the Cow Fair today. Ever so often, the PA system would blare: EVERYONE LEAN LEFT or EVERYONE LEAN RIGHT. Being a guest at the Cow Fair, I was not yet cleared for leaning and remained on the up and up, with my usual slouch. However, an entire midway of tilting cows can be a little unsettling to the eye – almost makes you think it is the Ferris Wheel which is leaning out of plumb. And the cotton candy starts to feel a little iffy on your stomach.

Of course, the cows on the Ferris Wheel are instructed not to lean, no matter what the PA system orders. It was a lesson learned the hard way, but learned well. Rose and I rode the “Jump over the Moon” ride and then bought a couple souvenir cow bells for our necks and headed home as evening came on. Our hosts stayed on for the traditional cow games in the pasture. Except for the one with the red nose; they didn’t let him play. Kind of mean of them, but something tells me it will all work out in the end. Rose believes it was the jingling of our bells that made me get that thought, but I’m more inclined to think my brain was foggy in the night air. (Oh, dear, although I have not yet passed my leaning test, I think it’s still okay for me to incline.)

I know. Sometimes I just don’t believe myself. It doesn’t scare me. (Although sometimes it scares the cows.)

Okay, I’m stopping.