The neighbor on the Southern border of The Ranch has taken to watching television outside. He’s situated a television on his patio with the screen facing the direction of our homestead. And here’s the kicker, he only watches M*A*S*H. There must be some cable channel that playes M*A*S*H episodes back-to-back all day long. Seriously, I used to even like M*A*S*H. I especially thought the theme song was great (The Bobby Hutcherson version is fantastic), however, now with the theme song playing every half-hour, any enjoyment I once receive from the tune has deserted me and left behind only the mad desire to hold steaming red hot irons to my ears. Mercifully, the rain has begun to return to the Northwest which should put the kibosh on the outdoor theater. Although…Crap! From my office window I can now see that he’s erected some kind of anti-rain tarp technologies. Weird, the whole scene kind of resembles the tent barracks of the 4077.
The misses and I went for a road trip this weekend to Hood River. I had never been there before. The downtown is very cool and reminded me a lot of Red Wing Minnesota, except with way more windsurfing and extreme mountain biking stores. We attended the Hood River Fall Festival, where the main attraction is apples. So many varieties of apples that I lost count. There was also a fairly large craft fair going on. But I must confess that I am lost on the whole aesthetic of the ‘Craft Fair’. Which is a bit odd as I like both craftsmanship and hand-made goods. Yet the typical good at a craft fair has the air of a counterfeit. I wonder how many people get shopping-drunk at those craft fairs and then sober up at home to find themselves the proud owner of fairy crystals and overly contrasted airbrushed scenes of Big Sur.
Tonight, the misses and I attend our first baby-class. I can’t even remember the last time I went to a ‘class’. Should be interesting.
Bonus: Kelly’s baby dance from her baby shower (photographer unknown).
