Feeling the Rustle

Sep 21

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Despite Ernie feeling lousy, we had a good weekend. On Friday he was as sick as I've ever seen him with a cold. On Saturday he still didn't feel good but there was a bit of improvement. Sunday he was almost himself so at least it moved along quickly. I had to work for a bit on Saturday so Sunday felt like it should be Saturday if that makes any sense. That morning I felt sort of blegh and had a stuffy head, whether the vestiges of my cold or allergies I don't know. Owen wanted to go for a drive however so off we went. I pulled over at a spot in the country to take a picture and when I stood on the side of the road I could hear the almost completely dried corn stalks rustling and it felt extraordinarily good.

There were moments like this of course: Owen, extending his arm out the window toward the cornfields and yelling, "Oh SHUCKS" until we acknowledged his humor with small groans. And then Ernie said, "Oh, if only there were a kernel of humor in that."

Yes, that's what it's like hanging out with the two blondes.