I have a friend who moved here from the UK, and when her sister hopped the pond for a visit recently, she asked her to bring me this-
She knows I have a small obsession with all things England.
This adorable tin is filled with shortbread, and when my mom was here visiting last week we had tea and 'biscuits' every afternoon. I even pulled out my Polish Pottery teapot and cups.
It's possible pottery is another tiny little obsession. ahem.
Moving on...I'd purchased concert tickets for hubs birthday, so last Friday night we went to see The Marshall Tucker Band play in a small local venue. Marshall Tucker Band might be hubs all time favorite band, and they definitely rank up there in my top three.
The bands creator sadly passed away several years ago, along with his brother who was also a key member of the group, but the original voice is still singing, still sounding so awesome. They've maintained their original sound which is most important, and the flute/sax player is incredible.
Sometimes these 'old' bands want to play all new stuff, but MT played the old familiar and the audience loved it.
Back when I was in college (in TN) my younger sister, who was in college in Delaware, came for a visit. I remember sitting around talking about music with hubs and a friend of ours who happened to be from Spartanburg SC which is Marshall Tucker Band's hometown. This friend could not believe my sister didn't know any Marshall Tucker. My sister on the other hand, couldn't believe our South Carolina friend didn't know anything by 'the Boss'.
Guess everybody was a nobody once upon a time.
Even Springsteen.
Last Saturday hubs and I spent a fun afternoon at a local rodeo, and the weather could not have been more perfect for an outdoor event. We brought lawn chairs and set up on the hillside overlooking the ring, and we ate bbq and homemade ice cream while we waited on the cowboys.
This was a professional rodeo, the participants competing for points on whatever the big time rodeo circuit is, so really entertaining, and only slightly nerve wracking.
I gained a whole new respect for mamas who let their babies grow up to be cowboys.
Cowboys who need to wrap their arms from wrist to shoulder before jumping onto the back of a bucking bronco from which they will very likely be thrown.
On Sunday a young man who was our across the street neighbor (three houses ago), and who is currently hiking the Appalachian Trail from Maine to Georgia, passed thru the portion that hits our neck of the woods. We trekked out to meet him, bring a few supplies, and then run him into town for a break from trail food at a lovely little Italian place with outdoor seating.
I posted a picture of the boy on my facebook page, and yes he's actually now a man, but I've known him since kindergarten so he'll always be 'a boy' to me...anyway, I had to smile at all the commenters worried about his safety. The danger factor is part of what makes stuff like this fun.
Guess who would love to take six months and hike the A.T.?
I could see the wheels turning in hubs head. I told him I'd go along for six days, maybe even sixteen days, but six months holds no appeal, mostly because I like showering every.single.day.
Once upon a time I spent eight days on the Appalachian Trail. It might be fun to write about that experience one of these days. How about I leave you with this little teaser...
The leaders of our group almost sent me home pretty much as soon as we arrived because I hyperventilated, then fainted. I scared them good, but here I am so I guess it all worked out in the end.
