. . . I suppose I should state something now and then.
And since I spent much of the weekend truly in solitary refinement, I have a great perspective on that status. Most of the time it's great. But then let another human being come into my presence, and I talk his/her arm off! Does that mean I crave companionship?
Nope. That is a question, and the jury, as they say, is out.
If I'm at a -- let's say "gathering" (almost said party) I'm ready to depart within a pretty short time, even if the gathering is with my beloveds. My own little corner and my own little chair feel so good when I get there!
Spent about 48 hours over the weekend on Oak Bay in the Port Townsend area, and although the birds were strangely few and silent (I've been there many times) it was a stellar away. Perhaps the birds were nesting? Went to dinner with d-in-l who zipped over from Seattle for a couple of hours, and we had a blast! The live music was from 5 people; the youngest was a 14 year old fiddler - awesome! - and the oldest was a 92 year old harmonica player who is Guiness Book of Records. Many in the "audience" wore their choice of a hat from the 200 or so hanging around the place. The menus were pasted in OLD 33-1/3 record albums, the kind that opened like a book. Cool!
We stayed till they closed, at the sleepy hour of 10. Loved it! (And it was a gathering!)
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