A day in Asheville

I took the car for repair and was brought home by Keith, the man hired for such duties. He is short and handicapped and extremely personable. I pulled some weeds after we had some cereal. Casterline’s arrived at 10 and we left for Asheville. We went directly to Hancock Fabrics where Evelyn returned some quilt lining she had bought for the Beeli girls’ replacement blankets. We then accidentally went to the Hot Shot cafe in the Biltmore Village. We stopped there because Paul found a parking place directly in front. We went in and had lunch. I could not get anyone to even try livermush, a house specialty. I didn’t have any either. We had sandwiches and then went on to Best Buy and the SAS shoe store. I tried to get some help with this new computer and did get some advice, but I am too computer illiterate to understand much standing at a counter with people stacked up behind me. I will likely have to wait until Texas to get some help from poor Ray. We toured the Farmer’s Market where Evelyn paid an enormous amount for a stuffed life-sized rooster. We came back through Clyde and saw the car near the street. We stopped hoping the repair work was finished. It wasn’t. They brought us home, and I worked on making some calling cards with some success. They aren’t as fancy as Louise would have made, but she is too busy to work on them. I had hoped the repair shop would have brought our car here so we could have transportation to choir practice but no such thing happened. We had dinner and watched TV and a movie.