Mike was away at a pottery workshop, so Sunday after church I set up a small exhibit at Payne's Art and Music Festival, just three miles from home. The sun was SO HOT and no tent! Had fun anyway, and got a sun burn.
Work at the Red Barn continued this week and Mike had a lot of catching up to do, so I went to Monday Meal on my own. The Chef could not be there (out delivering an ice sculpture), but his protege, Kayla J, prepared beef curry with potatoes and carrots, rice, chai, and her first bread!
She had so much fun and was proud of herself. "It looks just like Chef's!" she said.
Teaching is going well and keeps me quite occupied. A power nap some afternoons helps. I enjoy the recliner on the deck, hearing the wind, looking up at the trees, and meditating.
"So his heart and the heart of his people were moved as the trees of the woods are moved by the wind."
Wednesday, on the way to the dentist I drove by a small church building where my father had preached for a year or more in late retirement while he was still able. That congregation is no more. The building was sold.
Thursday my order of Karen's book arrived. I will enjoy gifting them to the right people.
Friday morning early we headed to the James Dean festival in nearby Fairmount. Mike had already chosen his spot and set up the tent the day before. The sun was shining brightly, however throughout the day the wind was fierce and slowed things down considerably.
|Before unpacking the pottery|
|Boys watching grandpa carve|
|Same model of my first driving lessons.|
|Replica of the car JD was killed in|