watching the Convention.

I’m splitting for parts further north and east. For my Annual Training, I’m headed to be an exercise observer in Norway. I’ll be seeing Bergen and Stavanger, and won’t be back stateside until around the 17th. Although from what I hear, I should never be out of connection.

The cheapo digital camera is going with me, along with the 35 mm. My personal highlight is that I’m taking the 4 weight fly rod – maybe I can turn into a poacher in another country. In any case, sleep easy for the next couple of weeks – Billy is out working closely with our allies.

I plan on subsisting only on Swedish Fish while I’m over there. Either that, or finding some single guy who needs help cutting hay. I’d also like to pop Hamlet jokes, but it’s the wrong country, and it’s been a while since I read it.

Mmmmm- watermelon. Not much better at the end of summer (‘cept for my favorite – corn on the cob dripping with real butter and large grained salt). We tried some newfangled mini-watermelon last week. It was about the size of a cantaloupe, and had a really thin skin:

Laura Bush responded to a reporter’s question asking if the SBVfT ads were unfair to John Kerry by saying “Not really. There have been millions of terrible ads against my husband.”

Kerry’s campaign responded that this, obviously, was Mrs. Bush’s tacit admission that Karl Rove was indeed pulling the SBVfT strings: “Mrs. Bush’s statement in support of the swift boat smear ads is more sad evidence that these attacks have been coordinated from the top down at the White House” said a Kerry talking head.

But we all know that they criticize her because they don’t have anything else to hang it on