On Thursday
there was a resort Manager’s Happy Hour with free beer and wine and a free meal
of pulled pork sandwich with barbeque beans, potato salad and a cookie. We were talking with the manager during the
event and he said there were 1700 tickets picked up but they had prepared for
1800. For these events you need to pick
up a ticket at the activities office so they will have at least an approximate
head count ahead of time. We were able
to snag a prime seat.
There was a
lot of drinking (good thing everyone is within walking distance).
And a lot of
dancing.
The band for
the evening was called North Star. Two
of the guys are from Canada, the other one is from Arizona. I think the lead singer is out in the crowd.
One of our friends
here gave us some oranges from the tree at his site. They smell and taste so good.
This is my
current craft project – a quilt sampler.
Since I am a beginning quilter I thought this class would be good for
me. This is the start of 12 different quilt
blocks that will go into the sampler.
I got two of
the blocks done during this Wednesday’s session.
Greg’s
latest DIY project was upgrading our bathroom faucet.
Before
After. Now I have to figure out how to fix the chips
in our sign.
We are still
working on our new window valances.
Three are done, we hope to finish another two this weekend.
We took a
break in working on the valances this morning to go across the street to the
grocery store. We were standing
discussing whether we wanted ham or sausage for breakfast next week when a man
on a motorized scooter came up beside me and said, “Ma’am, thank you for
wearing that shirt”. Now no one ever
comments on my clothes because I have a pronounced lack of fashion sense so I
had to look down to see what I had on.
Then he said, “I was a POW”. This
is what I was wearing, one of the Rolling Thunder Indiana Chapter One shirts
that we wore when we participated in a demonstration ride into Washington, D.C.
I was
inclined to hug him but thought that might not be appropriate so we settled for
shaking his hand and thanking him for his service. You never know when you might make a
difference.