sad day but happy night

What a day. Evelyn was up and off to the hair dresser by 7:30. I couldn’t sleep either so I got up too. I had some Grape Nuts and worked on printing some pictures from the computer that she wants. I take a long time because I can’t remember how I did something on the computer for more than an hour. Phil came at 10 and we were off to play at Iron Tree. It was a lovely day but that didn’t help my game much. I just have too many 8s to score under 50. We play the senior Ts and still can’t score well. Phil played a marvelous round in the 80s but not me. We got back here around 3 and had a light turkey sandwich and a couple of beers. Phil had not had lunch but I didn’t want to eat too much because of the barbecue tonight. I finally got the pictures to print for Evelyn and then it was time to go to the dinner. The announced starting time was 5:30 but we wanted to deliver a silent auction dinner to the soap factory. The pastor’s younger daughter has tremendous health problem and is under 2. They have had monumental medical expenses so the soap factory owner is having a silent auction to help raise money. We are offering a Cajun dinner of crawfish etouffee for at least $40. We dropped off the flyer explaining the offer and went on to the barn dance held at Laurel Ridge Country Club. This is a bit more exclusive than the Iron Tree course. The dinner, it turned out, was not until 7 but there were many items for a silent auction there. The idea was to get people there to mill around and bid on the items, the proceeds going to help fund Folkmoot. We bid on several items but bought only one--a necklace for Evelyn. There were door prizes and I won some sort of hook to replace tongs used for outdoor cooking. The meal was catered by one of the more upscale local restaurants called J Arthur’s. I featured barbecue pork, fried chicken, a tossed salad, hush puppies, macaroni salad and ice cream topped with crushed M&Ms for dessert. There was a great bluegrass band--Whitewater Bluegrass Band, that played and led round dances after the meal. I think their fiddler is one of the best I have ever heard. We had a very good time dancing and visiting with friends we are getting to know around Waynesville. Our choir director, Rosalind Kraus, her husband Herb, a young friend of theirs that had just flown in from Germany, and Jo Wooten, a woman from our church that is involved in many volunteer activities around town. We came home and I called Shirley Casterline in IN to see how things are going. They will not be coming here until the end of May. She has my beer and I may suffer debeerdration before she brings it. I have leverage, however, since I am sitting on 7 bottles of Kahlua for her.