Blue grass shows , culinary disasters and observations of the clueless observer.

Thank goodness for my wonderful wife, always on the lookout for monetarily prudent entertainment and or activities to stimulate grey matter enhancement. Although the bluegrass festival was most certainly neither…………..crap! We were all excited to immerse ourselves in the local scene…….right away…we noticed that the demographic was far different than bluegrass shows we’ve attended in Wyoming……Karen deduced that Wyoming weather limits the number of opportunities to be outdoors without 7 layers of clothing. In Az young and old are not forced to rub elbows at just any event…..in Wyoming any excuse will entice everyone.

Az. has great weather most of the time so the younger crowd gravitates to something other than 50 year old dudes picking and a grinning.

A recent point of discussion between Karen and I has been my apparent preoccupation with referring to myself as old……..for the most part this is in jest . BUT I’m 58 and 9/12’s …..I don’t really feel old till I look at the number…….anyway……..we were the youngsters at this bluegrass show…….it was apparent that ,if we live till 127 we to can look forward to attending bluegrass shows and the joy of shaking our moneymaker even if we forgot where it’s at.

Have you ever had that nagging feeling that, something is not right, something I saw recently wasn’t right??

Then you retrace your steps…….”is the tv remote in the microwave “? Nope…check

“Was there something about the lunch I made?….I peel back the bread……..peel back the lettuce…….

.peel

.back.

.meat

as luck would have it….this was the sandwich I made for Karen!! I have never bitten into this paper product….I’d imagine it is. Similar to biting into the corn husk of a

tamale,because you didn’t know enough to remove the husk ….which I did way back when I first moved to Wyoming……how the hell was I to know???….where I grew up everyone was Polish, Italian,Hungarian or who knows what…..I never even heard of Mexican food till 1980, anyway I’m most grateful that I caught this before lunch !

We stayed at Alamo lake SP for a few days and what a great spot! I got up the first morning…..and this bozo is on the hillside out our picture window!

but then I

Realized

It was Not Nancy Pelosi

Just some of the

LocalsI was more than elated that we just had wild burros roaming the hills and not the ass hats from DC………the burros did a good imitation of DC elite , baying nonsense,crapping everywhere,trying to mount one another without permission…..but still they were far more interesting and I never once wished for space junk to fall out of the sky and land on the burros!along with the burros we had great views and company!