Couldn’t ask for a better Saturday

It began with a simple message from a friend. Jenny — her last name used to be Dattoli, now it’s Rawlings — said she would be in the area Saturday and wanted to know if we wanted to get together to catch up.

My hubby and I discussed it, and we agreed to meet them in a small town north of here.

It turned out the town, Berne, was having their annual Swiss Days festival. There was a good turnout as people were everywhere. Jen said that she and her hubby wanted to enter the stein toss held on the public library lawn. Rocks of different weights and shapes were substituted for steins.They had different size rocks for different categories. The four categories were boys, girls, men and women. There was talk of adding a seniors category next year.

Steins might have been easier to toss than the rocks. I think both of them came in dead last in their division. That was not the important part. The important part was that they tried. They didn’t stand around and watch. They got in there and did their best. I was proud of both of them.

While they were waiting for the results, I noticed a lemonade truck across the street. It was as welcoming as an oasis in the desert. It was very hot outside and the icy lemonade was delicious.

We rejoined the crowd of people until we spotted some benches in the shade.  We quickly claimed them. Jen’s hubby, Rich,went in search of a tenderloin. He quickly found one and brought it back to share with his wife.

There was a break in the conversation. We agreed to wrap up our visit before we melted. We parted with hugs and orders for all of us to drive safely. I am not usually a fan of air conditioning but it sure felt good after walking around in the direct sun for a few hours.

We discussed whether to stop at home or go to Muncie. There was a free concert that we wanted to go down to see. We also wanted to stop for supper. Once we weighed everything we decided against stopping at home.

We decided to eat at a sit-down restaurant before heading to the show. For some reason we had two or three waiters. The food was good, as usual. Hubby ended up with three big glasses of iced tea. Each of the waiters checked on us frequently without being pests.

We got to the venue in plenty of time to choose our spots. The concert was held outside. Most people brought folding chairs. Once again, I was surprised that despite people being allowed to put their chairs anywhere they chose, the chairs were in distinct rows. I don’t know why this surprised me because it happens every time.

Lovesick Moan opened for Tommy Castro and the Painkillers. (Don’t you love band names?) Both bands played good music. One of the things I like best about these concerts is that the music isn’t so loud that it hurts.

The sun had set before it was time to head home. It had been a long but pleasant day. We got to see an old friend and meet her hubby before enjoying a delicious supper and ending the day with music. I couldn’t ask for anything more.