Inclement Memorial Weather
Soggy conditions continue to plague the atmosphere here. The Twin Cities seem to be undergoing an identity crisis where it believes itself to be Seattle. A heavy, moist dankness sits on the air like an obese genie whose magic carpet is no match for his massive weight. My gardening attempts this weekend were ridiculous and comical as I dashed out madly to try and pull a few weeds in-between the sudden burst from the heavens. Yesterday was frustrating, the gods were in a silly and drunken mood. The rain would fall hard for two and half minutes and then a ray of brilliant sun would shoot through the clouds for another five. This mean cycle of weather repeated itself again and again. It was as if the gods had run out of imagination and simply left their post with the weather-lever held on ‘repeat’.

Since outside work was a tough garden to hoe, I retired to the cineplex and sat happily through Jim Jarmusch’s Coffee and Cigarettes. Even better than I had anticipated. So many great performances. I was especially taken with Alfred Molina. He’s a terrific actor whose films I need to see more of. I thought he really knocked it out of the park playing Diego Rivera in Frida.

Sunday, the misses and I saddled up and road down to Red Wing Minnesota for rainy day antique shopping. I found some great old metal and wood type specimens and two old Johnny Cash records that were in great condition. There was a massive air show going on in Red Wing that day and everyone was keen to know if we had gone and what did we think. In saying that I hadn’t bothered with the show I saw true disappointed on many faces. It was as if the whole town had labored to bring us a mighty banquette of exotic and favorable foods and we had looked upon it with the indifference that one gives an earthworm who is stuck in a puddle after a storm. We cast their hard work and hospitality aside with a, “sorry we’re full – we hit the Taco Bell on the way down”.