Dudo is a bit obsessed with his new toy mice. He follows me everywhere dragging what remains of the first two mice in the hopes that I’ll play with him — which I do. Here are some photos to entertain you while I tell a little story that has nothing to do with cats (or mice).
The Yellow Farmhouse
Jerry’s mother, Alice, once told us how she and her friend Millie had taken a drive from Sioux Falls, South Dakota to visit another friend about a half hour away in Dell Rapids. There’s not a lot out there. Even less 30 years ago. Alice and her friend had done the same drive many times and they both knew the way like the backs of their hands.
As I just mentioned, Dell Rapids was about a 30-minute drive from Sioux Falls. Simple. They had to make just one turn. “At the yellow farm house.” They chatted the entire time. Finally, 90 minutes later, they noticed they had crossed into Minnesota.
Alice and Millie realized they had, obviously, somehow missed that turn at the yellow farmhouse. A turn they had made for years without giving it one extra thought. They drove all the way back and then figured out what had gone wrong. Alice was indignant when she told us. “Someone went and painted that yellow house green!”
Left at the Cow
Earlier today, San Geraldo and I rented a car and drove up to the garden center to pick up six more bags of stones for the terrace. I’m navigator. As we neared the garden center, to make it a little easier on San Geraldo, I told him you’ll know to turn left when you see the cow. You might remember this instruction from my story in July about the garden center (click if you want to be reminded).
Well, somebody moved the cow.
(I’m writing this from Minnesota.)
|JULY: “TURN LEFT AT THE COW.”|
|TODAY: SOMEBODY MOVED THE COW.|