Working from home means that I have to deal with bored dogs all day.
I was going to grow my hair out and get dreadlock extensions from the Hair Police, but the boyfriend was unamused so I got a haircut at Floyd’s 99 Barbershop in Uptown.
I parked at 4:15 p.m. and I was told that there was a 45 minute wait. I went back to feed my meter, waited, and got my haircut. I went back to my car afterward and the entire street was deserted. No car. I had a quick WTF moment and then saw the sign: “NO PARKING 4-6 PM.”
Towed. This was a very expensive haircut.
I walked the 3-4 miles to the impound lot with images of Parking Wars in my head. I was also worried about the towing fee, which is $300-400 cash in Miami. Turns out that the fee is only just over $100 in Minneapolis, so I was thrilled.
The dogs and I went down to the river ended up on the lower trail by the Stone Arch Bridge.
I’m cramming some Lake Calhoun time in before it starts freezing. Dog-hair-in-car be dammed.
While some of my friends spent Saturday evening in the law library, I was at the MCAD gala drinking wine and watching the governor bid $11,000 for a painting of a girl swimming. Post-law school life is kinda awesome.
With no school year to mark the time for me anymore, I guess summer ends with the Minnesota State Fair. There’s probably a meteorological date or something, but lamb on a stick is a better way to mark the seasons.
I’m ending summer with a new view of the skyline, but I’m still in Minneapolis.
Tader and I went to Eagle Mountain, the highest point in Minnesota. Let me tell you, this thing is in the middle of nowhere.
After the series of dirt roads we got to climb through thick woods on a path filled with roots, boulders and wasps! Harley stuck his nose right in the wasp nest. Both dogs were stung and we could hear the screams from the hikers behind us.
…but the view was pretty.
Tader was all about the view…but I think the dogs and I preferred the lake at the foot of Eagle Mountain.
I work from home three days a week, which means I get to overhear the bus stop conversations of the middle schoolers.
Today two of them got into it. We’ll call them Wendy and Rachael.
The last time I visited the Minnesota State Fair it was right before the start of a school year. This year’s fair visit was missing the subtext of school and employment related angst so I could concentrate on overeating everything on a stick.
I stayed away from classic fair fare such as cheese curds because greasy food makes me deathly ill. I did have lamb on a stick and bratwurst though. Pictures after the jump.
This was my first real trek through rural Minnesota since Bemidji. The biggest difference, besides the lack of snow, is that there was a ton of traffic on the way north. Apparently we weren’t the only pair of city folks glamping during the weekend.
At least there were plenty of farms to stare at during the heaviest traffic.
We made an unplanned visit to Silver Creek Cliff during our trek to Grand Marais because someone had a business call.
The dogs and I explored as Tader sat on a boulder with his iPhone and iPad.
