COWS

My friend Laurie http://www.ichthyologistbright.blogspot.com/ wrote about and posted a photo of Scottish Highland cows called Helian Coos. Now I'm not a bovine expert, but these cows are different enough from everyday Midwest cows that even I would notice. Even the name of the breed is unusual. I have a Gaelic vocabulary of only about 15 words, so I dug out my Scots Gaelic book and looked up Helian Coos. No luck. The word for cow is "bo"...sort of like "bovine".

Here's a picture of an American cow. I don't know what kind, but I'm sure its ancestors were immigrants. Just like almost all Americans.

Springtime in Indiana

Two days ago, the skies were blue and the temperature was approaching 70. I extracted my mountain bike from its winter hibernation spot, aired up the tires, and took a leisure ride around town. Today is a different story-freezing rain, sleet, and wind. This picture was taken about 15 minutes ago. It's the kind of day when I could fall on Mo Thoin (see yesterday's post) if I step outside. Rush hour traffic is going to be a mess. So of course, I left work early.

Laurie, doesn't this make you all nostaligic for Indiana?

Pog Mo Thoin

That's what the T-shirt I'm wearing at the moment has printed on it, along with "have a nice day" in English and a big, green shamrock. Hey, it's March and St. Pat's Day is only 2 weeks away. When I bought the shirt last month at a Celtic theme shop, the lady at the counter felt compelled to inform me that the Gaelic writing didn't exactly translate to the English writing. When I visited Ireland two years ago, I learned just enough words by reading signs and listening to our tour guide to guess what this phrase might mean. And because Gaelic is not an official language of BlogSpot, I assume the title of this post will go untranslated. Some days when everyone seems intent on being rude, annoying, or just plain moronic, you just gotta say:
Pog Mo Thoin