Sunday signagePosted: July 26, 2009
(073: Feels like cotton. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
I’ve seen all sorts of things sold at the various summer festivals held around here and most of those things sort of fit in with the festival somehow. I haven’t yet figured out how sheets (even if they feel like Egyptian cotton) fit in at an Italian Festival. It seemed more flea market than festival to me. But hey, a guy’s gotta earn a living somehow. With the high unemployment rate here in Ohio, and the loss of all those manufacturing jobs, sales isn’t a bad way to go.
I wonder if he sold any sheets that day?
M and I went to Blossom last night. We had hoped some of our friends might go with us, but they wimped out. That might be unfair. I’m sure they had other things they needed to do since in some cases they’re just in town for the weekend. Still, I’m sorry they didn’t make it. The weather, which had been stormy throughout most of the day, turned out to be lovely. We hit a few rain squalls on our way to Blossom but once there it pretty much cleared up. I can prove it:
There were not the usual large number of people there. Saturday nights at Blossom are pretty well attended, especially on the lawn. I’m sure the off and on rain storms throughout the day played a role in that.
M and I had a lovely time. We set up our blankets (we layered since the ground was wet) and picnicked on the lawn. By the time we finished eating our dinner the music had started so we sat back and just enjoyed the music and what turned out to be a beautiful evening.
(The Blossom cup holder.)
Last night’s concert included George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue. In a letter to a friend, Gershwin wrote about it:
I heard it as a musical kaleidoscope of America, and of our vast melting pot, of our national pep, of our blues, our metropolitan madness.
I’ve never been a fan of Rhapsody in Blue. I didn’t expect to enjoy it much. Perhaps I never really listened to it before. Or perhaps it was the way the Cleveland Orchestra performed it, playing the original jazz band version. Whatever the case, I thoroughly enjoyed it. The pianist, Inon Barnatan, was fantastic. Bravo!
Some of the other music the orchestra performed included Richard Rodgers Slaughter on Tenth Avenue, Duke Ellington’s Sophisticated Lady, Cole Porter’s Night and Day, and Gershwin’s Final Ballet Sequence from Shall We Dance.
Because the night was so nice we rode home with the top down on the convertible, going through town(s) rather than taking the highway. (Riding in the convertible at high speeds is brutal.) I especially like the back roads at night and looking up at the stars as we speed along.
All in all, it was a great evening.