AS WE PUSHED OPEN

the doors of that craft show building and strolled by that busker yesterday, it was mid-afternoon.  All four of us were famished.  So The Yard Man and I trotted along behind our Asheville hosts as they took us to Salsa's (a restaurant, just as you might astutely assume).  Ah, what a feast we savored!
My Yard Man ordered such an astounding dish that he gained an admirer from a neighboring table
(the fellow carnivore pulled out his camera and took a photo)!

It may strain your credulity, Viewer Dear, but I can tell you the remainder of the Whole Pork Shank (alas, yo no puedo tell you the Spanish name) was still bubbling in its juices at the end of the meal (it was served in some sort of lava rock)!
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Following this lavish repast, we practically waddled out of the place.  Which once again might make it  difficult for you to believe me, Reader Dear, when I tell you that we returned to the home of David and Our Dark-Haired Daughter and then took a short walk to a frozen yogurt shop!

On our return, we politely stepped aside for the
lean and fit joggers (whom I'm only astutely assuming were
not headed for pistachio frozen yogurt with crushed heathbar
and chocolate syrup atop).
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I THANKED OUR

dark-haired daughter for putting together a craft show as entertainment for The Yard Man and me today! (I thanked her.  She laughed)*

 

In addition to the two floors of oogle-worthy crafts, we got to enjoy some old-time bluegrass music, as well.  Which means that you, Dear Listener Dear, have lucked upon a sampling for yourself!
 

*Well, listen here, she did get us free tickets!

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(More Sunday to come on Monday
[meaning, of course, that Monday will be elbowed aside and show up on Tuesday...
(and so on and so forth...[etc.])])

WE ATE BREAKFAST

in Pennsylvania this morning, and had a late-night snack in North Carolina.  The Yard Man and I,  we drove through six states, five summer showers, and only two tense-with-each-other moments (offset by viewing two rainbows!*)

 

One of the teeth-gritting moments involved a little jog off our track to drive into the town square of Harrisonburg, Virginia, where I took a photo of the grand old building that's been standing there since long before my college days.  The Yard Man found no value in this activity whatsoever. "It will add about a half-hour to our trip!" he huffed, when I made the suggestion that we drive through the town.  And then we were back on our route in less than ten minutes, Reader Dear! He had to eat his hat.  Or, well, he would have if I'd insisted (I like to believe). 

Instead he ate chicken.  It was much later, in Tennessee, when we'd reached a spot where the clouds were lingering around the mountaintops,  The Yard Man said he had a hankering to eat The Colonel's food. 

I ate the finger lickin' stuff, too, and after that we had a very scenic final leg of our journey.

The day-long road trip to visit our dark-haired daughter and her friend, David, in North Carolina.
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*Took photos, but...uh...
can you actually see that disappearing arc in the
sky, Viewer Dear?!

THE GUY WAS SINGING

"I'm gonna wrap my coat around you..."
This struck me as a strange suggestion, Reader Dear, for a hot summer night.
Most of his audience, I'm supposing, already each had on a coat...of sweat!
Perhaps he hailed from the chilly wilds of Antarctica (and had a limited repertoire).

At any rate, there was one little member* of his fan club whose enthusiasm didn't appear to be the least bit dampened by the lyrics!

*He's one that I like to coat with kisses!

THE NEIGHBOR MAN

recently got himself a rooster.

  

Ever since,  much to my dismay, Reader Dear, that fowl and the Yard Man's fowl have been fouling up my mornings!

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