Pow! Wow!

Chris and I went to a Bradley Hathaway concert last night. Jon came too. When I say concert I really mean someone's living room that I don't know, but it didn't matter. We showed up at a house, paid our five dollars. There were lots of children running around and people that probably knew each other. Anyway, the show was historic.
First this married couple danced around the living room with a tambourine and a guitar and sang songs about how much they loved each other and got up very close to everyone's faces, awkwardly, but it was okay. Then a guy sat down with a banjo and a tambourine jammed around his foot, and he played incredible songs and stomped tambourini beats that he shouldn't have been able to stomp, but he did. We were wowed and we clapped joyously. Then Bradley Hathaway's group got up and they played so vigorously it was like being at a pow-wow (I've been to those, legit ones, I know what it's like.) Wonderfulwonderful, and it was great to see so many humans crowing out raw songs and bent over instruments with hands moving so rapidly you couldn't see them anymore. I think everyone loved, at least we did. So fun.
I realize that every time I do something fun or interesting I want to draw a picture of it, or sketch it. That's great, but then I realize about cameras. They work really well, I just forget about them.

It is Saturday, seven fifty five p.m. It feels like Sunday, which is unfortunate, because tomorrow Sunday will really show up for sure and I won't be ready for him, I'll tell him he's late and shut the door. But I'll see his shadow under the door and know that I'll have to let him in at some point, because really, he's there anyway, of course muttering under his breath about homework, monday, and prayer; dragging evening in with his heels.
Meghan and I happily made our way back from the Red Rooster Inn this morning, and with lavender steamers in hand, trotted to the thrift store. She purchased some articles for journal embellishments and I, having recently envied Chris' really smashing looking mug sporting his name in all its nineteen seventies glory, found myself scrounging through the mugs (which were a keen "three for 25 cents." Clinking and clattering through mugs I found three little goldies! with other peoples names on them. I like it better that way, I'm just going to keep my eye out for more now.