Po-dunk

So, Vanessa and I got over to Lentil Fest in Pullman about four o'clock. There was the beer garden, and I see a few vendors...where are the lentils?

Oh, that happened at three o'clock. No more lentils anymore?

Call me crazy, but if this is the "National Lentil Festival," shouldn't there be lentils, lentils, everywhere? But there was nary a dry pea to be found anywhere.

Gotta love the city of Pullman. They don't even half-ass this garbage, maybe quarter-ass, best case.

It's funny: Moscow is five miles away, across the border, and is also a college town, but actually feels like an actual town; there's a definite sense of community. That would apparently be too much work for the City of Pullman, who's idea of community is apparently collecting Busch Light cans off of College Hill after football games.

Vanessa and I wandered to Pullman's downtown and found a new German/Czech place, specializing in all sorts of odd goodies (head cheese or tongue-and-blood sausage, anyone)? How unique! Being Pullman, I give them three months, tops. But we did get some beer and sausage, to the day was not a complete loss.

On to the Cheryl news: she is feeling much better, and may come home in the next day or two. She's spent the last few days working on building up her strength so she can "at least get off the toilet," in her words, and is actually eating some actual solid food and getting out for laps around the ward. Her folks are coming up tomorrow, too, to help out, which is good - I'm just about out of sick/vacation days. Still, any excuse to miss work is a good one...