Bookworms know there’s nothing better than discovering a favorite author’s new book is finally on the stands (or on Amazon).
I’m a big Cathy Lamb fan. And this came out yesterday.
As a frugal bookworm, I’ll try to wait until I can get it from the library.
Or maybe not.
We’re going to miss you!
Thanks for taking such good care of the “old folks”.
You sure made our lives easier this summer. And you caught dinner, too!
Banjo Man and Story Man are off to town to see Trombone Shorty.
(That sounds like the beginning of a children’s picture book story, doesn’t it?)
Trombone Shorty is Troy Andrews, a twenty-eight year old trumpet and trombone player from New Orleans.
I think he’s going to blow the tent off the Festival stage tonight.
I’m going to hold down the fort here at the lake. I’m about to take a mug of decaf coffee and a fudge brownie down to the dock to enjoy the evening sunshine and watch the boats whiz past. The day started out with rain and clouds, with thunderstorms supposedly hovering nearby. But the sun came out later this afternoon, inspiring Banjo Man to buy sausages for us to cook over Story Man’s campfire on the beach.
It was a very good lunch.
Anyway, back to Trombone Shorty….he’s a young man with a lot of talent and a lot of heart. You can read all about his foundation to encourage young musicians here.
p.s. thank you to Retired Mountain Lady for the tickets to the show!!!
I’m having major withdrawal.
We’ve had no internet since Saturday, the evening of the Big Storm. Yes, another Big Storm came down the lake Saturday. This time the wind blew in all directions. And the storm lasted over two hours.
It reminded me of a hurricane.
We sat near the windows and watched the trees bend and twist and sway. We watched our little boat, tied to the dock, bob and dip in the constant waves.
Stressful.
We were lucky, though. The boat was fine. Only one of our trees landed across the neighbor’s driveway, and he was cheerful about it. He got out his chainsaw and I baked him a peach pie.
We lost power, as 50,000 people in the county did. We said prayers of thanks to our generator, which kept the lights on and the water running.
Our internet dish did not survive, though. A repairman can’t come out to look at it until next week, because we are so far away.
I am at the library, where a baby is crying and so is a cat. It is hard to keep from laughing. Banjo Man and Story Man are with me, lined up here with our laptops on a computer counter.
We are so happy to be online. Without television and without internet, we are feeling cut off from the world.
I’m still taking pictures, so as soon as I can upload some of the better ones I will add to the blog.
Tonight is another Pampered Chef party. I have my eye on a pizza pan designed to bake in a barbecue grill.
Since I can’t have the internet, I may as well make pizza.
It’s an annual event and this year a record 740 people came out to eat breakfast and support the fire station.
I thought of my grandson, who would have been thrilled with the Saturday morning combination of fire trucks and pancakes, all in one place.
Before:
After:
Banjo Man, Story Man and GL wait in line. They look happy, don’t they? They love being on the blog. Sometimes.
“No, I don’t want any more pancakes.”
SOLD OUT!!!
Story Man and I went into town for a Big Night Out last Friday. First we headed to a favorite restaurant on the city beach to see Retired Mountain Lady and Bruce Bishop’s band.
Great music, food and view!
Then we hurried over to the Panida for the McMurtry show. James McMurtry is a very big deal in Austin, especially, and a favorite of Story Man’s. We saw the “Sold Out” sign and were glad we had purchased tickets weeks ago.
Half an hour before the show and we had a hard time finding two seats together! The music fans in Idaho were seriously excited about hearing McMurtry.
I’d heard him before, in Austin, but in crowded venues where I couldn’t see, couldn’t really hear all that well and couldn’t sit down.
This was much better.
My favorite song, Choctaw Bingo, just about brought the house down.
After the show Story Man ran into one of the band members outside the theater. To say the guy was surprised to see Story Man is an understatement. Once he got over the shock of seeing a fellow Texan in north Idaho, he told us the band was thrilled with the crowd and the reception it received that night. He declared it the best show of the tour, by far.
Story Man had expected to see a younger crowd. I’m sure he hoped to see women under forty. He’s been surrounded by over-60 baby boomers for many, many weeks.
I’d expected a younger, hipper crowd, too. I’d gone prepared, with ear plugs and a candy bar, and expected to curl up contentedly in a corner seat while Story Man mingled with people his own age.
Oops.
Baby boomers easily comprised 90% of the audience. Story Man was once again surrounded by gray-haired, rowdy people. I saw one woman bouncing near the stage, her cane flailing above her head as she kept time to the music.
That’s how we party in north Idaho.
Fourth of July
Glen the Banjo Man
LIVE at the Dump
is there any more pie? 