Got back to The Greater Chicagoland Area yesterday evening. I'm still slowly settling in. Meaning I've not (re)added Ginger to the links over yonder, or caught up with reading her or anyone else's blogs. Or followed the news. But I do think I finally got all the latex off, and that's a definite plus.
Suppose I could write about the trip to Minneapolis to see Heather. Well, write more, at any rate. Or do a review of Rabbit-Proof Fence, with links to relevant historical background. Or explain why fast-growing dreads (recently done at Hair Is. . .) and old driver's license photos are not a good combination when going through airport security.
Why, I could even explain the current site title.
Let's go with not for the moment. It's unseasonable warm out.
It's been a quiet week in Lake Minnesota. Pastor Engquist's wife, Lorna, sat in the hot dish again. This ruined Sunday supper at the church somewhat. But Bjorn Bjornsen went out on his boat, cast his rod, and soon pulled in 1,000 walleye, so everyone was feeling better within a matter of hours.
The regular customers at Ingemarr Johannsen's barbershop, Roy Royquist, Lars Larquist, and Casey Caseyquist, all showed up at the exact same time for their weekly haircuts. Lake Minnesota people, as you know, are patient, and the men alternated snips, one- third of their hair at a time, until they had spent a pleasant afternoon talking about outboard motors, Lutheranism, and Daunte Culpepper's rushing statistics.