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| At FORTE With Rob |
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| 6:51 |
A windy, gray, deliciously cool morning. We had to close all the windows last night because we knew the temperature was dropping into the 40's during the night. The flagpole is bending with the wind, the wind chimes are chiming and at least 50 bass boats roared out of the Long Point Marina just after 7:00. Quite a morning here at the lake. It's 9:00 and I had windy, rough, wet paddle but I was able to get down to Sandy Bottom, then the wind literally carried me home.
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| Kayaking On A Windy Morning |
Neither of us knew what yesterday, a Saturday would bring. We had no real plans for the day or evening, just took the day as it came. Interestingly, when we have no plans we end up being busy all day and night. We started with the house and kitchen, gathering everything for my weekly trip to the Transfer Station. I gather the newspapers, empty the wastebaskets and Evie cleans out the refrigerator, a task she immensely dislikes, perhaps because I ask her every Saturday if she has cleaned it out yet. After my trip to the Transfer Station, Evie was out in the yard, beginning to work on the garden and was literally out all day, with my occasional help. I got out the electric hedge cutters and trimmed our privets in the front yard, an easy 15-minute job. Afterward, I shoveled some compost into a carry all and dug a hole for the new fall blooming clematis we bought this past week at Stan's in Erie. We have had bad luck with this particular location because animals have eaten the lower trunk, killing the clematis. This time its a three-foot clematis and Evie surrounded it with mesh to keep the critters away.
While Evie worked in the yard, I heated up some pizza for lunch, watched some football and read some before falling asleep briefly, waking to the sound of the lawnmower. The lawnmower girl had fired up the mower and was cutting our lawn. I woke refreshed from the cat nap and decided to clean out the garage which flooded a few days ago when we had two inches of rain in forty-five minutes, bringing in water and mud. I had to take everything out, then sweep it a couple of times and leave the doors open, the stuff in the parking area, and let it dry for a couple of hours. Around 4:00, Evie finished up in the yard and I put everything back in my semi-clean garage. It was a productive day for both of us.
We had no plans for dinner or the evening but felt guilty about not going to the 15TH ANNUAL INFINITY SHOWCASE, a benefit for young musicians in the Jamestown area. Area musicians donate their time and play in six or seven venues most of the night. We have gone in the past but thought we would pass on it this year. The guilt, however, got to us and we decided to head to Jamestown and at least get the wristbands for fifteen bucks, to benefit the kids and get something to eat. We put on jeans and shoes with socks for the first time in a couple of months. It felt amazing. When we arrived in Jamestown, we were not sure where to begin but I read on Facebook that THE WINE CELLAR had a group at 7:00 so we went there, sat at the bar, had a beer and listened to a folk group, the Good Fellas, sing for a half hour.
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| Good Fellas |
They were quite good and played a number of songs we recognized. We then decided to go eat and would see if we could get at seat at Forte's Bar; if not, we would go to Taco Hut. Fortunately, two seats opened up just as we walked in Forte, so were able to sit at the bar. We ordered the steak, salad, truffle fries, rolls, and salad special, always good. And we struck up a conversation with Rob, a guy sitting next to Evie and we ended up talking with him until we left. He's a neat guy, from Warren, works at the refinery, and enjoys coming to Jamestown, especially for the sushi at Forte. We had a lot in common, grown kids, love of boating, and this part of New York and Pennsylvania. He has a boat, a cabin cruiser on Kinzua Lake, part of the Allegheny National Forest and spends many of his weekends there. We ended our dinner with a selfie, of course, and a vow to see each other again.
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| A Rockin Feverhawk |
We then decided to walk to a new club that opened on 2nd Street called the Chadakoin Club. We could hear the rock band wailing even before we got there. We were able to walk in easily and stand 15 feet away with the rest of the crowd, enjoying Feverhawk's hard-driving, heavy metal music, rocking with the beat. Just as we were leaving, we ran into Danielle, my Yin Yoga teacher, out to enjoy the evening like us. We then walked to another bar, Shawbucks, found a seat at the bar and listened to another group for a half hour, Cold Lazarus, enjoying a beer, and people watching.
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| Cold Lazarus |
The band was a more mellow, almost alternative, with a crazy, white-haired drummer. We ended the night back at the Chadakoin Club, listening to another band, Tune In Tokyo. They were great musicians but quite a trip to look at. A couple looked like they had just been let out of a retirement home, the others from a juvie center. They could really play, however, so we stayed until 10:30.
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| Tune In Tokyo |
We then walked back to our car on a chilly, windy night, marveling at the fact that at all of these venues, we only ran into one person we knew. Where are all these people during the day?
We got home just before 11:00 and were still hyper from the evening, so we watched some TV before going up to bed to read and sleep, the end to a surprisingly good day and evening.
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