That Weekend

Dear Reader, presently, as I put fingers to the keyboard, "that weekend" was the one that began just nine days ago. Since I've got an overload of past history to pile on this blog, it seems imperative to regale you with the details of That Weekend without further ado. You see, we (the HM* and I) had gotten a sweet invitation to attend a concert at the home of friends who live far out of our area (two states removed from us). When we decided that, yes-by-golly, we should travel for this event, let the Great Quarantine be, well...be consigned to the trash heap of history, I checked with the inviting hostess to see if it would be perfectly okay for us to bring along another couple of friends. The hostess responded, "Marvelous!" (I'm paraphrasing; she's so generous and obliging, this friend; she was busy baking a small truckload of cookies to serve at the concert). That's how it developed that the Hometown Friends traveled with us on a high-traffic Friday afternoon, to enjoy with us the musical evening at the home of the Concert-Hosting Friends. We checked into a full hotel (newly constructed, and opened this past February). Many of the staff were young, but friendly and accommodating. We freshened up, stopped for a speedy supper, and made it to the concert right on time. Oh my, Listener Dear...what an enjoyable evening!

Of course, Reader-Listener Dear, I've surely got to finish up with more details, more snippets of songs, more cookies and coffee...er, sorry, you know there's a limit to what I can make out of you, Dear Would-be Cookie-eater Dear. Come back tomorrow for more moments and days of That Weekend! *Husband of Mine, if you'll recall; aka Horse Man.