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[ChasSmith]

It had really looked like it was to be a nice clear and dry night.  But one large cell came straight down from Massachusetts heading for the Lawn Guyland Sound, with little ol' Monroe, CT right in the middle of its path.

It passed over an hour before show time, but took long enough passing over that there was no way they could guarantee getting the stage dry and safe for performance.  Fortunately, or so we hope and trust, our plans and dry runs for covering the instruments and later stowing them in our dry trailer seem to have gone well. 

Better luck tomorrow.  Though, at this time, they're saying "chance of thunderstorms".

[ChasSmith]

Sorry to hear about violin needs not being met, DR Elmore.

As for veins, they've had to take blood out of the ones in the top of my hand these past few years.  Fortunately, that's been working fine.

[Jane]

DR Chas....Oh my.  I am glad you are smiling

[George]

I'm at Jazz Alley and it's about 20 minutes before the first show!  This will be my only post from Seattle.

Be back later with a report!

[vixmom]

Good afternoon. I debated taking my camera on my hike this morning. I usually don't in the summer, since there's not much to see; everything is in survival mode. So of course, I see not one, but TWO rattlesnakes today. That big storm that hit the mountain about ten days ago greened things up and brought critters out of hiding.

I have seen three rattlesnakes this week. That's more than I have seen on that mountain all season.

That is two more than I would have been able to see as I would have fainted dead away after the first one

[vixmom]

A Jack Randall Earles posting on Facebook today inadvertently put a poem in my head.   This is it:

When the Frost is on the Punkin
By James Whitcomb Riley

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;

O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;

But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;

The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...

I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me—
I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

I haven't read this in years  thank you for this!

[Jane]

Good afternoon. I debated taking my camera on my hike this morning. I usually don't in the summer, since there's not much to see; everything is in survival mode. So of course, I see not one, but TWO rattlesnakes today. That big storm that hit the mountain about ten days ago greened things up and brought critters out of hiding.

I have seen three rattlesnakes this week. That's more than I have seen on that mountain all season.

That is two more than I would have been able to see as I would have fainted dead away after the first one

😆

[John G.]

Good afternoon. I debated taking my camera on my hike this morning. I usually don't in the summer, since there's not much to see; everything is in survival mode. So of course, I see not one, but TWO rattlesnakes today. That big storm that hit the mountain about ten days ago greened things up and brought critters out of hiding.

I have seen three rattlesnakes this week. That's more than I have seen on that mountain all season.

That's pretty cool, Laura!  Glad I wasn't anywhere near them, though.

Ditto and

Tritto and many smiles here. I've seen one in the wild. That was enough for a lifetime.

[John G.]

It's been a long, been a long day.

[John G.]

Watching the rest of Blondie in the Folloies. There was a fun scene of Marion Davies playing Garbo while Jimmy Durante was John Barrymore in a spoof of Grand Hotel.

[John G.]

TOD:

DVD: Wim Wenders' Wrong Move

CD: case/lang/viers ahead of Tuesday's concert

Car CD: Terry McMillan's latest novel, the title of which escapes me

[John G.]

Regarding yesterday's notes: I love the score for Silk Stockings, but I've always found the film faded, not what you need when one of your songs is called "The Red Blues."

I also find that while I love listening to the score, Ninotchka didn't need music. So, the project as a whole didn't work, no matter how mcuh charm Fred Astaire has and how much sex Cyd Charisse exudes, especially during the title number.

[John G.]

Page three? Really?

[John G.]

Larry, I'm with you on the fiddle player. But I hope the music works out anyway.

[John G.]

ChasSmith, I'm glad you're indoors for the evening.

[John G.]

We had a birthday party for one of the dance instructors tonight. Lot of fun.

[John G.]

I'm ushering for the afternoon of the San Antonio Film Festival tomorrow. Should be fun.

[John G.]

Because of that, I'm off to bed.

[John G.]

Good night, all.

[George]

I'm at Jazz Alley and it's about 20 minutes before the first show!  This will be my only post from Seattle.

Be back later with a report!

Well, it's in between the shows and the first set was fabulous...as expected.

[George]

Now, we're just waiting for the secnd show to start...which should be in about 10 minutes.

[TCB]

Good evening!

[TCB]

Page 3?  Really?

[TCB]

Hottest day of the year in the Puget Sound area.

[TCB]

Of course, it is only July.

[TCB]

Greetings, 0 Guests!

[TCB]

Where is everybody?

[TCB]

It is going to be a nice weekend.

[TCB]

It will be if we ever get off page three.

[TCB]

Just one more post.