Saturdays in the Fall

Saturdays in the Fall share the front seat in my sprirtual SUV with Friday afternoons in Summer, Sunday mornings in the winter with a new snow, and 4am insomniac walks with the dogs.

Yesterday was a Classic Saturday.

When Fiona wakes up, her questions are in order: Do I get a surprise? Whats for breakfast?

On Saturdays, the answers are YES; and Pinnamon Rolls.  'Pinnamon' Rolls only come from one place - and thats Bernice's Bakery tent at the Farmers Market.

The rolls are 6" in circumference with one inch of white frosting and a quarterinch of cinnamon in the folds.  I usually eat mine in about 20 seconds and Fiona eats the frosting and the topsoil layer of roll and then she's done.  They are chewy enough, light enough, sugary enough, and if truth be told, I could eat three of them at one sitting.  And then a big cup of Bernices very dark roast.

Fiona is good and amped up for the next 6 hours and that means... walking home. By that time, we are both ready for some couch time (correction: I'm ready.) and couch time means college football.

I've loved all women who love college football. The fact that I married a woman who had been to TWO football games in her ENTIRE life when I met her (Current Total: 4) speaks volumes to her many other qualities.  But the Erin Andrews/sideline Reporter conceit?  Super Yum.

So Fiona site with me as long as her attention span warrants, and asks all the pertinent questions:

Does the man have an Owee?
Are they mad at each other?
The masks make them look scary.  Are there masks that arent scary?
What animal is the blue team?  Where is he?
People get happy, don't they?

Seeing the preternatural balance and strength Fiona already has, combined with the Knievel blood, she could be a football player.  She could also be a motorcycle jumping scientist.  I think I understand how things like Oregon Football and Cinnamon Rolls and couch time build up.  I know how important it is to me.