Archive - Nov 6, 2003

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Trip to Fargo

We have a little charade we go through at the nursery when somebody wants to take a trip to Fargo. The trip cannot be for pleasure, it must have a business justification. The flimsier the excuse the better. Today, I am going to run down and get my oil changed. I could do it myself in the shop, or I could do it locally, but no, I am going to Fargo to the big dealership. Hardly worth a 140 mile round trip. But we also have run short of potato chips. And I am out of milk.

Hibernation urges

Eat, sleep. Such are the instincts when the weather gets cold. Immoderate coffee intake does little to keep me alert. Yawns take over. Adding ten pounds of padding is par for the course this time of year. The holiday feasting schedule contributes to the process. Yawn.

People are grumbling about the onset of winter weather. If we had a day like today in February, twenty-some degrees, a little melting, we would be happy. In November, the same sort of weather is an insult.