Father’s Day Weekend

(Father and daughter enjoying an evening at Blossom.)

To all you dads out there:  Wishing you a happy and wonder-filled Father’s Day!

Yesterday was a very full day.  I spent about 90 minutes picking strawberries out at Hilgert’s farm.  I brought home a large mound of strawberries.  I’m not quite sure how many quarts are in a large mound of strawberries but I think it’s about 6 quarts.  M picked about 4 quarts of raspberries.  We’ll be making preserves later today.

The weather was hot but there was a nice breeze blowing while I was picking.  It was hard work for the old knees and back, but I didn’t really notice it until I finished and realized I was tired.  I can’t imagine doing that all day long.  When I was younger I could.  One of the wonderful side-effects from being out in the strawberry fields was having the scent of strawberries linger in my nose for an hour or two after I finished.  Lovely.

At lunch time a friend stopped by with the sammie ingredients for our picnic at Blossom that evening.  We ate lunch first, and then put together delicious sandwiches of provolone cheese, artichoke hearts, sweet red peppers, black olives, and giardiniera (using a hot giardiniera on one and mild on another). We used loafs of sourdough and roasted garlic breads, spreading on a goodly amount of pesto before adding the cheese and other ingredients.  After assembling the sandwiches we bagged them up for transport to Blossom.

The weather predictions got steadily better throughout the day.  In the morning strong storms were predicted.  By the time we left (around 3pm), the radar was clear and the chances of rain had decreased considerably.  It was hot (in the 90’s), but look at that beautiful sky above the pavilion at Blossom.

We picked up one friend at her house on the way over to Blossom and met other friends there who were wise enough to find us an excellent spot on the lawn in the shade.  We picnicked, talked, had some wine, and enjoyed a tasty dessert of strawberry shortcake (brought by the wise friends).

During the warm-up for the show Garrison Keillor and Andra Suchy walked through the pavilion and to the edge of the lawn, singing a romantic medley.

We all hoped they would come over in our direction but it was not to be.  Most of the photos I took during the warm-up and the show had to be taken with the zoom since I couldn’t hobble over quickly enough for a better close-up.

It was a most enjoyable evening.  Those of you familiar with, and who like, A Prairie Home Companion know why I like it.  Those of you not familiar with it ought to hop on over to the website and check it out.  As for those of you who don’t like it (is it possible??), you are probably related to me in some way so I will excuse you.  The cast of usual suspects (Tim Russell, Sue Scott, Fred Newman, and The Guy’s All-Star Shoe Band) were great, as always.  The guests — Ricky Scaggs and Kentucky Thunder, Andra Suchy, and local girl Jessica Lea Mayfield — were great too.  And nobody can host a radio show (and all the parts that go with it — Guy Noir, for example), sing, or tell a story like Garrison Keillor.

Gotta love those trademark red sneakers.

Near the end of the show a large card was passed over to us from our neighbors on the lawn (who, by the way, were friendly and good sports, giving as good as they got from us in terms of joking back and forth).  The card included a note asking everyone to sign the card and then pass it along.

Rumor has it that the card was for Garrison Keillor as this was his last performance at Blossom.  I have not been able to verify that rumor.  Written on the note:

Hi  Please sign card and pass it on … When full take to stage and [paraphrasing here as I’m missing part of the note] give to usher Rick.

The wording may be off.  It’s possible it should be “give to usher.  Rick.”  It’s hard to tell from the photo.

Rumors are only rumors.  For all I know, the card is for an usher or another member of the Blossom staff who was working their last night at Blossom after years of good service.

Based on some of the messages, a lot of folks believed the rumor as they addressed their notes to Mr. Keillor and the cast.

After the show M and I came home and sat on the porch and listened to the green frogs ponging and the Great Horned Owl hoo-hoo-hooing as the bright light from the half moon peeked out from behind the clouds every now and then.

It was a full and fun day.  🙂


Exciting

Is it just me or does soccer (as we call it here in the U.S.; football to the rest of the world) seem even more exciting when the announcers are speaking in Spanish?  As some of my regular visitors may recall, M and I do not subscribe to cable television services.  Cable internet, yes.  Cable television, no.  We don’t watch enough television to make it worth our while or money.  Having cable might get us into the bad habit of watching enough (or too much).  The bonus to not having cable is that when there is a high-profile sporting event that M wants to watch, we go out and watch it in a local bar or pub with a bunch of other people (usually strangers) which makes it much more fun.

The only sporting event that I follow is the World Cup.  We don’t need cable television service for that as we can pick up Univision over the air.  I do not speak Spanish or understand more than a few words here and there.  Every four years I keep thinking some of the language might sink in as I watch the football/soccer games on Univision.  So far, no luck.  That makes it a little difficult when calls are made and I can’t understand what the announcer is saying.  That happened to me yesterday while watching Slovenia vs. USA and they didn’t count one of the goals.  I had to get online when the game ended and look it up.  But it always sounds so exciting compared to the American and British announcers on ESPN (who sometimes sound as though they’re watching golf instead of soccer/football).  And when the announcer yells GOOOOAAAALLLL!!!!! it’s pretty darn amazing.  That guy must have an incredible set of lungs.

The plan for today, if all goes well, is to go strawberry picking at Hilgert’s this afternoon and then it’s off to Blossom for A Prairie Home Companion with friends.  We’ll be picnicking and sitting on the lawn this year.  No VIP tickets as we did in 2008.  That’s okay.  I like sitting on the lawn.  It’s live radio.  I don’t need to see what’s going on (although it was fascinating to be able to watch it from front row seats and I’m glad I got the chance to do so).

(Thursday’s moon)