This Is My Friend, Susan
When Susan tells her husband that she and I are going off for a day in the mountains, he tells her to pack her pistol.
I don’t think she will need one, do you?
We’re both artists and this is going to be an Art Day.
We ‘re chugging up into the mountains. We’ve left early because we’re going on the local Mountain Art Guild’s Studio Tour. Our plan is to stop in a little town and pick up a map and tickets. Then we will commence on our own on a winding drive, stopping at various art studios.
I’m telling Susan I have a feeling we should let this day swing as it will; that I think our patience and plan may be tested.
We stop at a bead shop where we’ve been told we’ll find the map and tickets. There are no maps and no tickets here. There are 3 enormous dogs and a board outside depicting the cast of The Wizard Of Oz.
We’re told if we will wait awhile, maybe they can find the map we need.
We walk into a red barn that’s adjacent and filled with crafts and tables of apples and jelly. The place has a coffee bar. We each get coffee and sit outside on a sunny porch in little rocking chairs. We gaze at the pines and blue jays. We are charmed.
We meet 4 more dogs.
We wait and we wait.
We pee in a shiny, breezy bathroom.
We think maybe we should forget the self tour and just stay here and visit the wine bar.
But, reason holds. Maps are produced. Never mind that the map is not to scale and particularly worthless.
We’re having an Adventure.
We both pee before we leave.
As we’re finally leaving the barn, a woman with yet another dog trots up to us.
“Oh! You must visit my shop!” she burbles. “This is my pug dog, Pierre. He’s 8 months old and I have just opened my store, I have never had a shop before and I am 68 years old!”
She looks it. (more…)