The best laid plans are always subject to last-minute changes. I say, stay flexible and go with the flow (I’m on vay-cay, so I’m less uptight than my normal self). Goodnight and drove to the park where the concert was supposed to be held and we saw a big sign saying that the concert had been moved to the high school. It was a good call. The sky had grown overcast and it looked like rain. So many of the concert attendees were senior citizens. Some people were in wheel chairs, to the community organizers made the right call for the comfort of everyone.
I knew where the high school was in town because it wasn’t far from my grandmother’s house. I turned my car around, headed out of the park and said, “Yipee! I get to see where my dad went to high school.” When I visited my grandmother, I had no reason to go into the school, so I had never seen it before.
Good thing we hadn’t eaten supper! They were serving brats, hotdogs, root beer floats, popcorn, etc. GN likes that sort of thing, so I was off the hook for eating at a restaurant . (yippee again)
The name of the group giving the concert this week was called the Orange Blossom Special, I think. That’s what it said on their drum. It was five older gentlemen and they played a combination of what I used to call “Old Time”: waltzes and polkas, with some Country, too. I enjoyed it and I got GN to waltz with me. Most of the folks went down front to dance, but GN wasn’t sure she remembered the steps so we stood up in the back of the room and she gave it a good try. I couldn’t convince her to try the polka, though. Another time . . .
After the concert, it was time for the swimming pool. I thought I would try to read while GN swam/played, but it was too dark to read. The pool area had low mood lighting, so after a quick photo, I got wet too – though much more s-l-o-w-l-y than GN. Brrrrr!
Early morning swim, breakfast, then the ‘Skip’ part of our Hop, Skip, and Jump trip. This will take us to a couple of villages I have never been to before and if there is time, the historic church where one of my great-grandmother’s was married. I need to be at that church during business hours, too, because they allow family research and I intend to take them up on that!