Lunch: Czech dinner at the festival
Dinner: 1/2 lb. fava, feta, couscous salad
So, anyway, today was the Czech festival up nort
and it was fun. We were there too long, as it is a teeny, tiny, like
really little festival and we could have done everything three times and
still left at least two and a half hours earlier than scheduled. But,
it was the first time and no one really knew what to expect.
food was a mixed bag. This festival is a fund-raiser, much like church
festivals are. Lunch was expensive, but delicious. Maybe 1/3 ounces
of roast pork, really, three small potato dumplings (like tiny-small), a
tablespoon of gravy, slightly more than that of canned corn kernels, a weensy cup-let of cole
slaw (delicious), a large serving spoon of sauerkraut (very delicious),
and the smallest slices of rye bread that I have ever seen, even
smaller than those little loaves of rye bread meant for hors d'oeuvres,
but absolutely wonderful. Might have been the best rye bread that I
have ever had. It was like a crazy-quilt of a meal, and still managed
to be very satisfying and very delicious. Crazy. I also had a Czech
beer, a lager and it was very good, too. I wish that I drank more often
so that I could have had a second one and not have worried about
Then, I went outside to see the culture barn and
it was cool. There was a woman with the most insanely glorious and
glittery jewelry and I wanted every single piece. I nearly succumbed to
a small, mostly purple stones tiara. Lordy. I love tiaras, have a few
cheap ones and even wear them sometimes, because, well, sometimes it is
just a tiara day. I used to wear them often when I worked at the
bookstore and the shelter. I might have to start doing that again.
Maybe. Oh, maybe not. It just makes me look foolish.
The blacksmith guy was cool and old and only started blacksmithing
when he retired from his real job, which was being a Methodist
minister. I took some super cool pictures of the tiny space that made
me so happy when I looked at them later.
firefighters were cooking and selling sandwiches outside, but there was
no room at the tummy-inn for more food, so I listened to some of the
musicians. Oh, the music. It was wonderful, every bit of it, the mass,
the old guy on the porch with his accordion and electronic
keyboard/synthesizer thing, the various choral groups and bands in the
little stage barn and the sort of Big Band-style polka band in the the
big building where lunch was served and kolaches sold. Everywhere I went, there was loud, happy music. It was glorious.
I saw someone with ice cream. Oh, the humanity...premium ice cream,
one dollar cones, two dollar bowls of any kind of ice cream and fresh
strawberry sauce sundaes. I had one. It was great, but made me really
thirsty and gave me a tummy ache all the way back home. I think that it
might have been worth it, but I am afraid to test my glucose level, so I
guess that says something right there.
Then, I arrived home.
You know, there has to be some thing or aspect about me that has turned
me into a sad experiences magnet. I mean, I am the nearly constant
recipient of all things sad and woeful, so it has to be me. It just has
to. I might have come to this realization much sooner if sadness was a
part of all of my relationships, but since it is only one...with the
addition of that other person from a month or so ago...I just, you know,
never was able to see the big picture about why I am on the receiving
end of so much meanness and snarkiness and, you know, the whole sad thing.
know that I could stand up for myself more around here, but that has
always escalated the tension and garnered more, unwanted and unpleasant
attention. I should just be brave and take a stand about at least one
thing. I could do that. I could. I mean, I probably will not, but I
could. Anyway, I am going to try a couple of things, you know, just to
alter the dynamic when stuff happens. I really have nothing to lose
anymore. I could do this. I will try one thing and see what happens,
and even if it does not work, I will try it again, because it is a good
idea and worth a little experimentation. I am old now, I have worked
hard all of my life, I do my best to be a good person. I should be
mostly happy now. I am worth the risk, you know? So, no more running
away like a little rabbit or being as quiet as a mouse where this person
is concerned. I could do that.