We all know that Memorial Day is to honor those who have served our country, and in Wisconsin we honor them by consuming as many beers and brats as possible. For our pals across the pond "brat" stands for bratwurst and is best eaten when soaked in beer. Brats (brahts) are coincidentally consumed by people who are also soaked in beer. That's coldmicrobrewery beer, so delicious that even our dogs long for a cup on a mild and partly sunny day.
I told you to bring your ID
It looks like his mom had a problem with his behavior and he's for sale. He's selling bratwurst—the best in the area—and was dressed up like one earlier (the top of his costume is to the right below the towel)
Okay I'll just share your beer, and will have a Smoked Brisket, one Smoked Pork and a Grilled Cheese
If you think I'm talking about the Battle of, I'm not. But here's a picture of my handsome pop who was plucked out of high school and tossed onto a mine sweeper in WWII.
Happy Memorial Day and thank you to all who have served.
Stoughton is one of two nearby Norwegian communities and more than a *punchline. It hosts the three-day Syttende Mai celebration and officially kicks off festival season. Although this year's weather was one of the gloomiest in memory, the staunch Nordic spirit persisted.
Today, everyone is Norwegian. I want a treat for this
You may remember my guest cat Dexter from previous posts. My cousin dropped him off in April for a two-week cat sit and well, he's lying on my feet right now. Dexter, not my cousin.
El Pussy Gato has once again become an integrated part of my modest suburban apartment and I'm no longer sure when he got here. But he seems to have come with a brand new cattitude.
Consider yourself lucky to wake up to this
He must have gotten here before taxes because I put him to work in April.
What's the sales tax in Wisconsin?
He started sitting in the dog's spot on top of the couch.
If you can't sit, you musta quit. Yes, I now have an Italian accent
Sometimes he stayed downstairs all night, only coming up to the loft to put in his breakfast order.
I see you've made a plate of Chicken & Waffles for yourself
He slipped into his routine like a hand in a glove. And then I got really busy and the glove turned into OJ's.
I can't help but notice you're planning to take time out from ignoring me to go on a little trip
I had no idea how much food and water to leave him when I left for my birthday road trip.
I've seen less food in a bomb shelter
The lady at the pet store said cats were under hydrated. I was afraid to leave the toilet seat up because I thought he might fall in
He began to amuse himself in new and inventive ways while I was sleeping.
Let me just pull out every single shirt through this little slot
He decimated his Mouse On A Stick and I had to order him another one.
My darling, can it be love?
One night he jumped on the counter and ate through a bag of hamburger buns. Then he tore through a baggie of lemon bread and threw it around the kitchen.
Able to leap up on places he shouldn't be in a single bound, it's El Pussy Gato
When he left me the remains of his Mouse On A Stick at my bedside I felt like I was in a scene from The Godfather. I hoped sharing an ice cream cone was the favor I couldn't refuse.
Hmm, needs chicken
I'm not sure what's gotten into the ginger varmint, but things have settled down a bit. He comes when I call him and puts up with my less than stellar housekeeping. I don't keep food on the counter and leave him kibble in his snack shack in case he gets peckish overnight.
Have you ever even thought of cleaning back here?
I had a rough week and he clung to me like snot on a toddler. I was trying to hide him from the landlord the other day, but instead of running upstairs to hide he sang like Merman.
Yeah, that cat's out of the bag. Now my turn to sing.
I usually head west for my birthday, stop for popcorn in Montfort and keep going. May 3rd was the first nice day in a week of cold and rain.
I got to see the place where the Mighty Mississipp meets the I Guess It's Okay Wisconsin and of course got lost looking for a bike trail I never found.
The day has been started with me dancing around like a maniac to the Beatles Yer Birthday for years, here's a taste.
On the wrong road, I thought I saw a sign that said "No Stray." I was disappointed to see it said, "No Spray" when I went through the photos
A friendly boat zooming down a swollen Mississippi
Don't mind if I do
This pier has looked like this for...ever
My Aunt Ginny and Uncle Danny called me when I roaming around here
Aunt Ginny and Blackie, Uncle Danny out of frame
There's a train that I first thought was quaint but then more trains kept coming, so many trains, many treetops and one of my fav things and the reason I started coming here on my birthday, rattlesnakes
Fitting this was one of my last photos when I turned 60
Well worth the allergies, this little weed pops up early and leaves all too soon. They bring to mind one of my favorite songs, colors and signs of spring and I saw irresistible fields of them in Boo.
It's hard to believe this was only a week ago, makes me want to drink some dandelion wine and weep for times gone by.
Sneezing on Ski Hi
On the way to (or back from) Pewitt's Nest, a place that involves more climbing than I cared to do that day (or most days these days).
Hwy W near the Boo Circus Train and Elephant Bridge
