I hope my readers had a good weekend. Friday Travalon and I
went to the Limnology Open House, and we got free ice cream and looked at fish
and plants, but the wait for a boat ride was too long so we headed to the
Kingdom for curry fish. I dressed up as funkily as I could to go see George
Clinton at the Sylvee, a new venue in town, but to my surprise most people did
not. There were three opening bands that got progressively better – the last
one, Fishbone, was really funky. Then George Clinton came out and… didn’t do
much, but then he is the same age as Ma Hat. However, his band (Parliament/Funkadelic)
is made up of mostly young, mostly attractive (and scantily clad) musicians of
both genders, and they were awesome. They did “Flashlight,” “Atomic Dog,” “One
Nation Under a Groove,” and some other songs I must know because I could sing
along, but I don’t know their names. Travalon did not really like the Sylvee,
which is metallic and standing room only, and I agree – what’s wrong with the
old theaters with their ornate beauty and their seats for everyone?
Saturday Travalon had a neighbor help him get our boat in
the water, and he said our new boat lift works fabulously. I met Tiffy, Rich,
the Blaney Boys, and some other people for coffee and a rather annoying
discussion. Why are so many people that I used to think of as devout Catholics
bordering on heresy these days? Seriously, if you think Pope Francis is not to
be trusted in religious matters but our highly amoral commander-in-chief is some
kind of divinely appointed figure, then you are something other than orthodox Catholic. Of
course Tiffy found the whole discussion tedious rather than aggravating. She
and I went up to the Farmers’ Market, where I bought an air plant with the cash
I made at our gig the day before, and Travalon joined us for lunch at Parthenon
Gyros and an enjoyable afternoon of hanging out on the Union Terrace. We walked
up to Natt Spil, where we joined some Slow Food people for dinner in the Hobbit
Hole, or Den or whatever they call it. The seats are tree stumps, and it is
long, dark, and narrow. People brought camping lanterns so we could actually
see our food. Handy Woman came and brought me a black calla lily descended from
the one I gave her during my wedding preparations. It is blooming right now,
and it is beautiful. After dinner Tiffy and I went to the Chocolaterian to hear
the Daughter of Denni play with her band. Her sister (the Other Daughter of
Denni) was there with her husband and two little girls, and they had these
funny glasses that are supposed to help with car sickness, but that make you
literally look like you have four eyes. Since Tiffy said my selfie skills need
improving, I took one wearing these glasses and will post it at some point.
Yesterday after Mass, Tiffy, Travalon, and I had brunch at
the Peruvian restaurant, then we got bubble tea, and then she headed home while
Travalon and I went to a picnic at the East Side Club. It had been raining
during brunch, but by the afternoon it cleared up, so we went to the Tiki Bar
and sat outside. Rich had a chocolate mousse party at his house, so we went to
that, but I was in a grumpy mood from seeing some of those people at coffee on
Saturday morning. Perhaps I was not my best self. I did enjoy talking to the
Rosary Ladies and a woman I have not mentioned on this blog before. There is
one particular person who always has to make the topic religion, and another
person who said something rather snotty to me, so I said something very nasty
back to her. Maybe I should have gone with my first instinct to stay home from
the party. Rich says I have been acting weirdly for a few months now, but all
his examples correspond to when this borderline heresy of Republican Rite
Catholicism rears its ugly head. It’s enough to make a person want to move to
another country to escape it!
Famous Hat
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