Kari started the day with a scrumptious breakfast-buckwheat pancakes with blueberries topped with Oregon huckleberry syrup, and sausage from the farmers market with mustard from the Blue Heron Creamery in Tillamook. Yum!
We watched a couple Sunday news shows and said our weekly prayer for our republic. September 11th is also my Dad's birthday, adding to this annual day of reflection.
We headed to Coeur d'Alene to look around and do a little shopping. It's been years since we were there for one of my meetings. The drive was thick with smoke, again. Bummer. On the way we listened to the Colts squander their chance to beat the Texans. In the inimitable words of Duke Tomatoe, Lord help our Colts... Kari hit the ground runnin, or scooterin, or somethin:)
Here's Kari looking forward to a full recovery:
And here she is trying frantically to get away from me:
My big score of the day was a Sasquatch sweatshirt. Yes, I do understand that's random, so let me explain. Sasquatch, aka Bigfoot, is big in the Pacific Northwest. He's everywhere. We'd been seeing Sasquatch paraphernalia for weeks. Without boring you with details, Sasquatch is also a meme I've used in various situations for years. So, I couldn't take it anymore and had to buy a hat and this groovin sweatshirt:
Dinner this evening was at the Legends sport bar in Liberty Lake. It was an uninspired choice, but it was getting late and the bar was close. Dinner proved uninspiring as well, unlike my new sweatshirt:)
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