The Cow

I’m taking a few minutes away from my current obsession, which is “Lost”. I’m kind of sorry that I got started with that since apparently I can’t stop. Fortunately, I’m almost done with the fourth season and the next won’t start until January. I was thinking of waiting until after my knee surgery before watching the rest of the season but I have proven that I have no self-restraint when it comes right down to it.

I look forward to the time that the baby naps because it means that I can watch another episode. It’s as bad as when Andrea got me hooked on “Twilight”. I didn’t even want to read a silly teen book about vampires, for God’s sake. Of course I ended up reading them all. I’m even toying with the idea of “Harry Potter “ now. I might even move on to Judy Blume. I hear “Are you There God? It’s me Margaret” is pretty riveting.

Since I broke away from the TV, I guess I might as well make this a real update instead of the brief thing I was planning. I have been meaning to mention my sister and her crazy status. My mom called me last week to say that Lynne suspected someone had been breaking into her house. The last report was that Lynne was going to the lumber yard to see if they carried finger printing kits. I come from a family of do-it-yourselfers.

Speaking of crime (or crime-fighting, whatever) I had to call the police a few days ago. Last Friday I was driving on the highway and saw a cow with his head stuck in the fence. Although, I guess that was technically a ‘her’ not a ‘him’ since I didn’t see any horns. I’m not terribly up on the bovines. I can only imagine that the cop that got that call had to be rethinking the career choice. Or possibly wishing to be in an area with actual crime.

Cows always remind me of Ogden Nash. The following is one of my favorites.

The Cow

The cow is of bovine ilk,
One end is moo, the other, milk.