This sign welcomed bikers and apparently it spoke for all of us (us being those who work at Walton Arts Center). Oh, okay, I’m a curmudgeon. Bikes Blues and BBQ isn’t all that bad. It’s great for people watching, for ear drum busting roars of the motorcycles as they pass by, and apparently, this year it’s good for helicopter tours that last all day. The best part was when the guy escaped from the Washington County Courthouse into the crowds of bikers yesterday right before they sentenced him to 55 years in jail. Yup – he did something so bad that they were going to lock him up for 55 years, but instead he’s hanging out just a few blocks away eating BBQ and riding a motorcycle. Ah, it makes you feel all warm and squishy inside.
I have enjoyed the fair food (polish sausage with grilled onions and a funnel cake made up my dinner tonight). It’s not all that bad.
On an entirely different note, I find it interesting that my siblings and I have all started really missing my mom at about the same time. I emailed them about her yesterday and it turns out, I was not alone in feeling very sad about mom being gone yesterday. We all mourned her loss, cried about it, hugged about it, and cried some more about it when she left us. However, mourning a loss and actually missing someone are two different things. I’m at the point now where I just wish she’d come home. I wish she’d quit ignoring the phone calls and pick up the phone to talk. I wish I quit missing her when I go for a visit. However, I know that’s not the case. I know she’s never going to be out digging in her garden when I go visit, I know she’s never going to answer with her signature, very happy, “hello” when I dial her number, I know she’s not going to agree with me when I’m complaining about something that happened during the day, and I know none of these things will ever happen again.
Aside from crying when I had to take her last kitty to a friends house (thankfully it was a friends house and not a shelter), I had been tear free for a couple of weeks. This week was not one of them. This week I really, really miss my mom.
Okay – sorry about that. How about something on a lighter note? Hmmm… I’ll be hawking my handspun yarn at the Fayetteville Farmer’s Market in the morning so if you’re local, you know where to find me.