Random thoughts from the West:

Weather Report:  cool, cloudy and looks like rain.  Small whitecaps on the lake.  A good day to wear jeans and dig out the sweatshirt.

We can’t wait for Jeff and Angela’s wedding.  I’ve heard a rumor of a fire pit and jam session, too.

I peeled 44 peaches yesterday and baked 4 peach pies and 1 raspberry pie.

We went to a fundraiser for the town’s fire department yesterday.  It was held outside, in the parking lot of the old Methodist Church, which is now a gorgeous “event center”.    The band who played, “Neighbor John”, was a great blues band.  The sausages on the grill were homemade (secret recipe!) and the beer and soda were cold.

Check out Santa.  He likes bratwurst.  And Blues.

The beds are all made up for company.  Laundry is done.  Kitchen is clean.

It is good to sleep late on a Sunday morning.  I lost my voice Saturday night, but it came back.

This guy arrives this evening.

The Nebraskans arrive Wednesday.  They’d better be hungry.

I wish I could remember what was cooking in there.  Meatballs and sausage is the only thing I can think of.  It looks orange in the picture, but it really was a traditional red sauce, or “gravy” as they say in Rhode Island.  I took some to Janou’s husband–a true meatball lover–before I froze it.

I bought a voice recorder for music lessons and I think I love it.  I know I’ll love it once I figure out how to upload the recordings to the computer.

It is easier to play the violin while wearing a dress.  And a rhinestone bracelet.
And pink cowboy boots.

It is easier to be eaten alive by mosquitos while playing the violin and wearing a dress and pink cowboy boots.  Even when liberally sprayed with DEET.

Heading to the airport now,
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