...and each orders a beer. Not really a fancy story, not really much to go on, but this was my weekend.
See, it starts with a camping excursion to the small town of Ohiopyle, PA. Great place, where the stores sell t-shirts that read, "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the bonecrushing, whitewater, death-defying class five stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream" and "scars are tattoos with better stories."
We arrived at camp, and registered, and were told, "Will out front can explain how you can get your deposit back." We went outside to meet Will. Will is about 5'7", middle aged, with a long grey beard, small eyes, and a bald head. No an impressive man to look at him - just looks relatively normal. And he starts with, "The trees are very important to me..." and I forget anything else because the only thought in my head went something like, "I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees..."yes, I tell you, the Lorax is real, and he really doesn't like Obama. I tried to stay out of that conversation, but he felt it was necessary to explain his dislike of the President. Probably not the best business tactic, but I really liked his Lorax-ish ways. Trees are very important to me, too. I may be a Lorax in training.
But the weekend progressed without incident. Life was good. A little rainy, perhaps, but otherwise, pretty fun. It's kind of nice to wake up to rain on a tent, even though it's a bit loud...until you realize you have to go to the bathroom, and then you kinda really hate the rain. There was the annual Mountian Music Festival being held, in whihc several amll-town vendors lined the street, selling their wares, and BBQ joints all fired up the smokers and cooked all sorts of delicious goodies. A surprise, since we were unaware the festival was going on, but a welcome surprise.
A tour of the grounds of Frank Lloyd Wright's house, "Fallingwater" later, and camping was done. It was a fairly quick trip, this time - always unfortunate, but since the coin-operated showers looking like I might come out of them with ringworm, gangrene, or some other incurable disease, the fact that it was a short sttay helped the attitude a lot. For the most part, the facility was nice, but there were a few touches that were wanting, for lack of a better term.
But Monday.....Oh Monday. You know, a lot of people talk about Mondays in songs and things, and usually, I'm pretty down on Mondays. This Monday, though, pulled out all the stops and went all out for me. This is "Meet the parents week"..Yep, it's that step where I get to meet her parents, and she gets to meet mine.Well, yesterday she met mine. The quote, when all was said and done, "Well, now I understand why you are the way you are." It seems this is a good thing, as it was immediately followed up with, "because your folks are awesome!" Yeah, I kinda think they're pretty awesome too, and yesterday, they proved it to me again.
So the rest of this week: finish shalving, practice monologue, get to rehearsal, meet parents, attend Irishfest, performance.......just another week in the life. You know what? My life is pretty blessed.
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