Weekend
After our big day on Friday, I headed to Danville to stop by the art center and see John’s original watercolor for the Brass Band Festival poster. I had to purchase a poster for myself and have it signed. It is magnificent (portraits of various hornblowers)–reminded me of when Wayne and I first came to Lex and heard Vince play with his combo. Dana and I hit the sponsors reception for some good food and did a quick gallery hop while John signed posters. Then we sat in the courthouse yard and listened to a few bands. I stopped by the Townhouse to see Bruce before heading back to Kelley Ridge to see Greg. It’s crazy how I miss that dog. And having heard about Whaley’s adventures the day before (she ended up at the pound having spent too long a bathroom break outside, but is fine), I was especially anxious to see that he was still there. When I leave him at the Ridge, and it storms while I am gone, I am always worried. I unloaded the car, watered plants, and took a long bath. I’ve really gotten into baths in my tub at Kelley Ridge lately. I lie there soaking in some aromatic bath salts, read a mag, and just relax. It’s good.
Greg and I headed into Rich on Sat. a.m. where I went to the bank, got flea and tick repellant at the vet’s (that along with heartworm med. was a big chunk of change-beware those of you considering buying a pet!), and painted at 4th St. for several hours. These little jobs take such a long time–sanding and priming the surface, filling the cracks, then the first coat, then the second. I had stopped at the corner gas station for half a dozen day-old Krispy Kremes and at the the library for raunchy mystery audio books, so I was all set. Chris’s family was there with his little niece Alyssa who is a real baby doll. She waves at me through the window. Time went too fast so I did not get the outside of the front door painted but did get the plants fed and tile loaded into the car to take to Alice.
Then home to find that the Boltons had mowed my hay at KR–YAY!! I showered and got dressed up, packed a few drinks and a bottle of wine in the cooler, and headed to the Brass Band Festival where John was the featured artist this year. I sat on the grass with Jim, Beth, Martha, Linda, and Rebecca, having carried my chair slung over my shoulder from the car (great invention–chair in a bag). It was nice to enjoy music, conversation, egg salad wraps courtesy of Beth, and a beautiful perfect June evening. When they left I joined John, Dana, Lee, and David at their table. The last band was over the edge with their volume so we left, and I got home about 11:30. I never watch Saturday Night Live any more, but turned it on accidentally and saw a particularly funny sketch where Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin argue over who has hosted the most shows. During the sketch Martin Short and Paul McCartney accidentally showed up–you could tell that Alec Baldwin had no clue that they would walk in–it was funny.
I got to sleep in on Sun. a.m., read some more of my Kingsolver book on eating locally, and then headed with Martha to Northern Kentucky where we met Alice and attended Sr. Marjorie’s 50th anniversary jubilee as a nun. It was a beautiful Mass and very special to see several of the Notre Dame sisters that I have known through the years. Those sisters affected my life profoundly. Then back to Richmond to drop Martha off, to KR to pick up Greg and to Cln Valley to watch MYSTERY (Jericho2) with Mombo. Busy weekend, but full of friends and gorgeous weather.