Folkmoot begins

The phone healed itself overnight. I went off to work and planned for Phil to come to our house after he finished his lunch at Long’s Chapel. He came and we drove separately to Iron Tree. Fortunately there were no carts available and the longer we sat waiting for one to come in, the more ominous the clouds looked. We decided to play on Monday, hoping ther would be no rain. When I returned home, Phil’s wife called to say that it was pouring down rain at their house, about a mile from the golf course. I showered and took a nap, preparing for the evening. We ate a light dinner and went to the Eaglenest for the Folkmoot USA gala. It was a good performance although two of the countries had to cancel out. The most entertaining was the troop from Russia. Next was the Puerto Rican group. The South Korean group was entirely composed of women. After the performance, there as a refreshment hour where we could mingle with the performers. I talked with the bongo drummer from Puerto Rico who made my hands hurt just watching him beat the bongo. He said his hands hurt sometime but not tonight. We left about 10:30 and filled our tank on the way home. The price was $2.83, the best we have seen since Virginia. We are still getting under 18 MPH. I went right to sleep.