We had a great time.

Hogeye has a boodle of tunes in a binder and we learned a buncha new stuff. Sick twisted murders especially-- we had a creepy laugh over the "strange people one can meet on the Net....".

Dharma didn't make it, but we had me, Hardi, Ed, and Mike. Hogeye's mandolinning and fiddling were great, as well as his geetarring. Mike brought some tunes and we did the one we could reckanize enough to sing... "What a Day for a Daydream," courtesy of OLGA.

My folkbaby Katarina was here and discovered DANDELIONS and BIG YARDS on a soft summer night with sun casting those long June shadows... We took turns spending time with her, and Hardi took her on a yard ramble where she met NEW CATS! Leo the Awful actually liked her enough to sniff noses. Guess he likes his humans pint-size, if he must put up with us in his territory.

Katarina danced when the dance music came... BEST (IMO) was that she lit up and quivered all over in grins when we broke into the ones we had sung when she was fetally present several years ago... when we all first started to play together. Naturally, the tune was, NEVER GROW OLD.

I made skordalia,, a deliciously vile-tasting Greek concoction. Lefotver potatoes processed with garlic, vinegar, and olive oil. I added parsley and a hint of oregano, with a bit of salt. Mmmm, on sesame bagels!

We ended up staying home-- too hot to brave Laurel Festival traffic. Front porch was might purty and breezily cool after a muggy day of chores. And I got to try out, in "battle," my new portable autharp stand Hardi and I came up with. Now I can throw my walfker away, praise Jesus! *G* (I was using a walker as a stand, big yuks in the nursing homes!) We should take the walker so I can use it as a prop at our upcoming church gig, which Hogeye was kind enough to say he'd come back for. ("I'm HEALED!")

All that was missing was... YOU.

~Susan