Just when you think you’re on schedule, you find that you’re not, if you know what I mean. I really thought I’d have one side of everything primered by about now, but instead I am waiting for a replacement sander, after spending an hour or two this morning sanding by hand.
Of course, the time I’m spending not sanding needs to be spent in some other way, and what better way than planning a concert? That’s right, The Wintons are coming to town! Lisa was kind enough to email me this morning:
We started last month doing ‘house concerts’ and they have turned out fantastic! Are you the kind of spur-of-the-moment crazy gal who might like to host something like that when we’re coming through? We would probably be in your area on Tuesday, so it would have to be that evening.
Well, doesn’t that just sound like me? “Spur-of-the-moment crazy gal” is right on the money, right? Right?
Kimbrah, please don’t die laughing. We still need you in this world.
Okay, so if it isn’t me, it is the person I hope to be someday. I decided, with my (comfortable-being-spontaneous) husband’s encouragement, that the only way to become That Person is to try.
Hence, the giant (maybe, if people show up) concert in my backyard on Tuesday evening. As I told Lisa, my big accomplishment here will be Not Freaking Out.
So…if you live in Kern County and want to hear some live bluegrass, please contact me privately and I’ll hook you up with an invitation.
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