A Saturday in September

A couple of years ago, one of my colleagues, whom I really have grown to love and respect, quipped: "One Saturday in September is worth more than the entire month of February." This post will act as support for Dr. Bowns' assertion.

I went fishing on Beaver mountain with my old friend Scott Hanson on Friday morning. It was a glorious day, and we did catch some fish.



Bubb and I enjoyed a neighborhood party on Friday night. It was a BBQ where you bring your own meat and something to share with the neighbors. While they were grilling steak or chicken, Bubb and I grilled skewers of shrimp. The potluck was also interesting. There were three kinds of jello and two kinds of green salad. One neighbor brought an Asian noodle salad, and Bubb and I took a bag of Trader Joes wild rice mix (you know, the one with the daikon (radish) seeds) and mixed it with artichoke hearts, green olives, mayo, and little of the juice from the arti hearts. It was the hit of the party. One of the neighbors told Bubb that we were certainly "adventurous eaters." I think that is an understatement.

On Saturday, we didn't want to go anywhere or do anything, even though Cedar City was hopping. There was the annual Sky-balloon-fest, a half marathon with all of the attendant hoopla, and some kind of outdoor activity celebration. Bubb and I did the Walmart thing, and then spent the morning home, doing household and yard chores.

We broke for a movie at 1:00 PM, had lunch out, and then came back to our chores. It was such a grand day, that it was really hard to stay inside and work. The garden continues to produce and while the beans seem to have tapered off, the tomatoes are on, in earnest. We even made a big batch of salsa with the accumulated produce.

That evening, we watched the T-Bird women dismantle Oral Roberts University's volleyball team. It was good fun, because the games were all very close. We ended up winning the final (third) game by going to 30 points.

I can't say enough about how great the weather is right now. Just balmy and delightful. We are hoping for a long, drawn out fall, perhaps as drawn out as last winter was.

Buboppy