Things to come

My spell check made that thongs to come. Just changed it in time.
These are from one of my blueberry bushes out front. There are so many blueberries they look like bunches of grapes. They are a good thing to come.
A lot of good things to come tonight.

The band was asked to play at a Christmas in July gig sponsored by the local newspaper. We will be performing from 4to7 at a store (BonTon--Hah spellcheck made that bony on! ) as people come and donate gifts to the "Press Herald Toy fund" the publicity for this is huge. We will be in a full page spread advertising this in the Portland PressHerald. It is huge for us. Reading this it doesn't sound all that important but, we are excited beyond belief.

Tomorrow is the bluegrass festival. I may blip from the stage! I am going crazy over what to wear. I think everything I own is out and all over the place. In this case I will start from the boots up. As I sit here my mind keeps thinking.....wait I have that pink skirt...or what about the one with the martini glasses and a party on the bottom. It's very 50s. Again sounds not so much but it is wicked cool and can swing.
Ingrid told me that under no circumstance will I be wearing the madras shorts and sleeveless oxford shirt. She just doesn't appreciate high fashion. Although I think the green cardigan would look nice...........

I washed something pink in with the white clothes yesterday. There is pink all over my dad's tshirts and underwear. It was easier to come home and tell my dad that I got a tattoo then tell him what happened. The socks may have Teflon in them I don't know however they have escaped. He was really sweet about it. This is the 88 year old man who tried sushi last night for the first time. He really liked it. I think he has it figured out not to sweat the small stuff.

So these blueberries show a promise of what's to come. Good things it seems ......either way, always an adventure.

Have a good evening to the north and g'day to down under!