It's subtle, but you can already see signs of winter in Minneapolis.
Already, Craig's List is filling with ads for snowmobiles. And there's a big mark-down on convertibles. I just learned that many people rent barn space to store their convertibles for the winter up here. Otherwise, the weight of the snows would cave in the car top.
File that tidbit. It goes along with the revelation that Texans who have vinyl seat covers in their vehicles don't wear short britches in the summer.
Leaves are beginning to turn on the neighbor's tree. Hope it's the first signs of Fall. Could be the drought. We need rain. Crops are failing across the state but you can still find sweet corn at the farmers markets.
The Mystery Woman is already talking of packing things we need to take to Austin. Sure, honey, the china will make the trip just fine.
People are eating more salmon. I think it's a hold-over from their Norwegian ancestors to insulate themselves against the cold. You bet'cha. That's Minnesotan for "Damn straight."
In just a few weeks, we'll be wearing sweaters as we sit on the screened porch to read the morning paper.
Winter's coming. But locals tell me to expect one more heat spell -- usually timed to parallel the State Fair. I love the Minnesota State Fair, or the Great Minnesota Get-Together as they call it. Among other things, this fair is famous for food-on-a-stick. Any kind of food. This year, we are told the featured food will be Sloppy Joe on-a-stick. What, me skeptical? You bet'cha.
Hopefully, I'll recover from the recent surgery enough to manage a few bicycle rides before we return to Texas. This is truly bike-friendly country. The Grand Rounds is 50 miles of paved bike trails only six blocks from our front door. We would like to ride down to the site of the 35W bridge collapse and pay our respects.
All of this is a long mumble to say we hope you can kick back and enjoy the weekend. We intend to. Just as soon as we finish this coffee.