Moose burgers, that is.  A guest chef arrived during band practice to grill his special moose burgers for us.

They were really, really good.

And I stupidly left my camera back at the house.

There was a chocolate-frosted guitar cake to celebrate the 60th birthday of our bass player, the professional of our group.  But he had a last-minute gig and couldn’t come.  Darn!   We also celebrated birthdays for Mandolin Ann (recently returned from Tuscany bearing mushrooms and truffles) and Accordionist Linda (recently returned from Seattle with a glitzy new b&w accordion).  Our singer and horn player was off fighting fires in Colorado, but he’ll be home in time for the parade on the 4th.

There were visitors from Oklahoma, kids that looked 12″ taller than they did last summer, and a devastatingly delicious shrimp cocktail.

Today the sun is shining and the air is cool.  Whatever allergies and sinus problems I’ve been dealing with since we left RI will be cured by all of this pine-scented air, I just know it.  Banjo Man and I agreed that we were beginning to relax a little bit this morning, after a hectic couple of months in pre-wedding and road-trip mode.

We are slowly unpacking.

Banjo Joke of the Day:

How do you get two banjo players to play in unison?

Shoot one.