We spent last week so far out of our comfort zone. Our zone involves lots of evenings on the sofa watching Lorelai Gilmore and her Stars Hollow escapades. Will she marry Luke? Where will Rory end up? (Actually, I know the answers because I looked up a synopsis on Google. My bad).
But this week we abandoned the Gilmores and–DRUM ROLL PLEASE–went out at night!
We have friends who do cool stuff. They haul us along. It’s great. The first experience was to see an Elvis impersonator. Brandon Bennett. He was terrific! Now that I’m mostly deaf music doesn’t hold too much appeal. However, if it’s music I recognize from my youth, I can fill in the blanks. We were by far the youngest in the audience. Pretty funny.
Then two nights later we went to see The Beach Boys. Only two of the original “boys” were in the group. Mike Love and Al Jardine. They were joined by John Stamos who was fantastic on drums. Mike Love must be in his late seventies, but he was up there rocking for over two hours. Again, the crowd was old. But not as ancient as the Elvis fans.
Valentine’s day began with the hunt for cards. We hide the cards in plain sight. Mine were by the sink, on the computer, and next to the coffee pot. In our house, it’s always three cards per person. Jim goes big and pays full freight at the grocery store. I shop Dollar Tree. Bronson even got a card for Jimmy, so Jim got four cards. Whoo Hooo.
Then, at about ten a.m. the doorbell rang. There was neighbor Rusty with a dozen yellow roses for me!
Cards and roses? What could make the day better? Here’s what–Lynda invited us to come for dinner! She’s a great cook. Delicious food, excellent company. We sat on their patio and gabbed long after dinner was done.
We were out after dark on three school nights. Very adventurous of us.
My days continue to be consumed with sewing. A few images of the latest creations.
This is the project I should be doing. I’ve been asked to paint six tiles to give as small gifts for the home-owners who are generous enough to open their homes for the annual Anna Maria Island house-walk. The image I’ve chosen is the City Pier. It’s a local landmark. Sadly, the pier got destroyed by Irma.
I keep procrastinating because I can’t stop sewing. OCD prevails.