Sometimes you just have to yodel.
Even if those people in the car on the road trip with you might not appreciate that particular enthusiastic musical urge.
I yodeled along with some of my favorite singers through at least nine states as we headed west in June.
Great fun.
And now I have a new song to sing with the Cougar Creek Band.
Patsy Montana recorded it in 1935 and become the first female country western songwriter to sell a million copies.
Here’s the Suzy Bogguss version:
I think this is so cool.
You can turn any wide mouth or regular mouth canning jar into a to-go cup. Check out the website, http://www.yankodesign.com for more information.
I don’t live here.
I suspect Banjo Man still thinks he can talk me into it.
And Story Man wonders if it would be a good place to write.
Son #1 dreams of self-sufficiency.
Then there’s Sarge, who is determined to carve out a hideaway in the mountains.
I’m sure they will all be very happy together.
In the meantime, my present and future daughters-in-law will be with me.
Doing this.
Frozen peach margaritas and music. A fantastic combination!!!
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.
Fourth of July
Glen the Banjo Man
LIVE at the Dump
