It must be time to write another blog, isn’t it? I mean, its been a LONG time since last Friday. A zillion things have happened. How to even touch on a few of them?
1) I brought the three photos to the gallery on Saturday morning. The theme is Domestic Violence. The reception is next Friday night. Because I thought the photos looked absolutely naked without words–of course, you’re expecting this, aren’t you?–I wrote a poem to go with them. Tying everything together nicely. Now. Here is the big question. Karen said we need to bring something to eat to the gallery reception. What the heck can I bring that’s both healthy and appetizing? Hmmmm?
2) Saturday night Catherine and I did the following: a) I convinced her to be my willing portraiture victim, b) We enjoyed a lovely dinner out at a restaurant and c) We attended the Chamber Orchestra Kremlin up at the Rosza Center in Houghton.
OK, you would like a review, would you? The orchestra was excellent. Even I–a non-classical music listener–truly enjoyed it. The strings trilled exquisitely. The violins, violas, cellos and bass danced with one another. The audience sighed.
I listened, so absorbed, so enthralled, staying so present, not even becoming slightly bored. Until I found myself falling asleep. The eyes literally refused to stay open. Not because the orchestra lacked any intensity, beauty, incredible pizzazz. No. It’s because I began to relax deeper and deeper into bliss.
And then…oh no!…how to keep the eyes open? To stay awake without nodding off?
Luckily, the thundering applause worked wonders. The chamber orchestra returned to play two encores. I was now fully awake and engaged once again. Phew….that was close. One shouldn’t be rendered unconscious by some of the most beautiful music one has ever heard.
3) Today. Oh, what a fruitful autumn day we’ve experienced! We filled our wheelbarrow with logs from the far end of the woodpile and tossed wood into the wood room.
4) We picked ALL of our tomatoes from the garden and placed them under newspaper in the basement to slowly ripen.
5) The delightful Rug Delivery hath happened. Here’s the scoop. A half-dozen years ago–maybe a dozen years ago–Barry decided to take some used red carpeting. For our bedroom. I took one look at the carpeting and said, “No way on God’s green earth is this carpeting going in our bedroom.” He said, “Oh, Kathy, why not, it’s beautiful, it’s wonderful carpeting….” and I (foolishly or not) said “I don’t think so.”
The carpeting sat in the basement all these long years.
Until, finally, Barry realized I was not going to budge on this one. (Am I losing my reputation of being flexible??)
His buddy, John, said he would love the carpeting for the bedroom of his hunting shack.
Today we delivered the red carpeting to John’s house. We loaded it in the 1949 Studebaker truck and drove to town on a red-green-yellow autumn day in late September.
John is immensely grateful.
I am immensely grateful that the red carpeting isn’t in the bedroom.
Funny how things work out, isn’t it?
Are your leaves turning colors? Have you enjoyed your weekend? Anyone fall asleep at inopportune times?