Saturday Margaret and I went to Fran's for a lunch potluck. Obama's announcement that Joe Biden would be his V-P running mate had arrived in my Inbox at 3:11 AM, and Margaret and Fran wanted to see their joint appearance in Springfield that afternoon. Biden seems like a good choice: seasoned, knowledgeable, lots of experience working across the aisle in the Senate before politics overtook statesmanship. Maybe the two of them can turn this battleship around before we sink.
Today I'm making stuffed cabbage rolls for supper. I used to make these when my boys were young, and it was a favorite supper. I haven't made them for a long time because it's hard to find cabbages large enough to provide the big leaves required. The magnificent cabbage from Primrose Farm is just what I needed. Yum.
I have been poring over eleven years worth of loose photos looking for ones of the trip to Door County Mother Mo and I took in October of her first year here. I had nearly given up, having got to the 1997 level of the midden without finding them, when several more envelopes of prints came to light. Lo and behold, there they were! Just in time for her retirement celebration scrapbook. But what a lot of wonderful pictures I had forgotten about . . . now I'm on a mission to get them into photo albums.
Day after tomorrow we go to Denver to visit our friends Mary and Dave over Labor Day. This has become an annual visit, one we look forward to every year. This year is especially neat because we'll be in Denver the last night of the Democratic Convention, the night Obama gives his acceptance speech there.