This afternoon was a mess of {‘just barley’s}.
The games of pool were fun – even if they were won by the skin of the teeth by everyone who played, and won.
I deliberately went later than usual because I wanted to give a listen to the live music without spending all day there.
I played for 1 hour; sometimes with interested partners (Roy & Ted) – we all won our games by the skin of our teeth. And for the first time, ever, I met someone (Ted), who kinda shots like I do. I have never met anyone before who can put a spin on a play like I can; it was interesting/fun/challenging.
If Bob was watching, I bet he was sitting on the edge of his cloud watching that player, just like I was.
Between the sets, there was laughter and joking - but the wins were hard won; for everyone.
I gave a listen to the live music … for 10 minutes; then intended to book for home.
But I was thwarted in the parking lot: I was trapped, and couldn’t escape.
I wanted to get out of there before karaoke started.
I did not want to be trapped in karaoke hell.
I sat in the car for a while, until the rain started in earnest; pounding on the roof of the car and becoming quite chilly with the dismal cloud cover and rainfall.
Dodging wet bullets that were pelting the uncovered pavement all around me, I ran back inside and played a few more rounds of pool: for another hour and a half.
And listened to the country singer droning on, and on, and on: and prayed the caterwauling would mercifully end.
Between games, I checked outside to see if a path had been cleared yet for me to make my escape.
The parking lot did not clear until the country music/dancing stopped.
These seniors take their country music very seriously.
I do not.
But I had been stuck with it for an hour and a half.
I can tolerate some country music – but I can't bear karaoke.
I never prayed so hard in my life for a break!
Finally, around 2 PM, I peeked out the door and noticed that there was a clear path for me to back out of the parking space my Highlander had been pegged to … and cruise smoothly past the pickup with the trailer hitch that had effectively trapped me in place.
((((THANK YOU, Yeshua!))))
And as I gathered my backpack purse, my jacket, and my book … I breathed out a heartfelt ‘thank you’, too, to those seniors who immediately left after the country droning stopped assaulting my ears – and the dance floor cleared.
The parking lot between the two buildings, is very tight – and parking on the street is limited to space and time, so street parking is not really feasible.
Neither was parking in the parking lot on live band days: I think I’ll go a little earlier on live band days, and hopefully I can leave without a ‘skin of my teeth’ snafu 😉
When I got home, the rain had stopped.
I gathered some lettuce leaves for a supper salad.
And I saw that my tiger lilies had blossomed: both of them.
While
supper cooked, I settled in Bob’s recliner to start a new read.
Glancing
out the window, I saw a dragon shaped cloud formation.
It added some soft humor to the day 😊
