Petty, Anniversaries, and Four Leaf Clovers

 


I apologize to our readers for lagging in writing up last weekend's post. Last weekend was not filled with amazing feats completed, but it is worthy of blogging. Mallory came over and we all discussed a concert that was happening on Thursday evening. The music would be that of Tom Petty, one of my favorite artists. I was ready for this! 

We showed up at the park and began to place chairs, blankets, and other seating options. I plopped on the ground simply because I am at home sitting on the ground, the floor, and all other spaces other than on furniture. Yes, I'm getting older, and the challenge is then getting back up off the lower sitting space, but we'll see what happens when it's all said and done. That's half the fun, to see if you can regain an upright position!

The park was filled with food trucks and booths, children and adults, playground equipment and a nice sprinkling fountain. Water from the fountain was calling my name. The temperatures have been rising, as in many places, and the water sounded great. I remained under the shade tree Mallory had chosen to sit us under and that was fine, but I did keep a side-eye on that water. 

We sat for quite a while, watching other concert goers around us. I saw some pour wine. Some rocked in their rocking camp chairs. The rocking chairs really impressed me. I think I might have to look into one of those. There were children running from food truck to food truck, grabbing any delightful cool snack they could find. Others ran through that cold water shooting into the air along the fountain base. Once again, I thought I might join them soon. 






Waiting was killing me. I hate waiting. I used to be a very patient person, but as I age, I have noticed it is harder for me to just sit and wait. For anything actually. I tried to occupy my ADD brain with other things. Terry and Mallory sat and chatted a bit to keep themselves entertained until the show began. Me? I spent time counting the roses on my purse. 


Counting of roses led to the question, what about half roses on the material? Do they count? Everyone should count, right? It is 2023. Let's be inclusive of everyone. 

There weren't enough roses to keep me occupied for long, thus began the search for four leaf clovers. I was in a patch of nice green, cool grass that had patches of clover growing around me. Why not? I counted clovers as a kid. The search lasted a while, but not one four leaf clover was found. What a loser patch of grass. 


Maybe the mower the lawn maintenance people used had cut some leaves off? Or maybe there weren't any clovers left that had special meaning. Where has all the good clover gone?


Soon we heard sound traveling across the grounds and into our space. The issue we were having was we could barely hear the cover band play. Tom Petty should be played loudly, proudly and this was more of a stereo playing the oldies but goodies from your garage on a Saturday afternoon, as you washed the car. Frustrating, to say the very least. 


Yeah, the half shell was rockin', but we were mockin' because the sound was balkin'. Not good. If you stretched your ear toward the stage, you could hear faint notes, minute reverberation moments and words that had no meaning due to the lack of the complete sentiment. It was a, "phone going through a mountainous area" moment, with every third word being pick up. Luckily, I knew the songs being a fan, so in my head, I could hear the rest of the song. But Terry, being hard of hearing anyway, could not hear anything. He was asking me which song was being played. It was disheartening to say the least. I felt bad that he couldn't enjoy the concert more. 


So, with the lack of volume, it was back to my task of finding that elusive four-leaf clover, but to no avail. It was better than counting roses on a purse. Who does that? 

We left way before the concert ended. There was no reason to remain. I had counted all the clovers I could. The roses on my purse were all accounted for, and the music was still quite low in volume. It was time Terry and I take our chair and go home. 

Friday, July 14, we didn't have much to do. Mallory came over and we visited for a while. Terry and I took off for some yogurt, leaving Mallory and Hayden behind. They didn't want to go but told us to go. We headed out, ate yogurt, then returned home as fast as we could. Eating frozen yogurt is great, but with our company at home, we rushed through the experience, while maintaining a good pace as to not put our brains into deep freeze. 

I am also going out of business and holding a sale of my inventory. The rest of the day was spent taking photos, loading them with descriptions on the sites I'm selling on, and pulling jewelry as people put in their orders. I made quite a haul on Friday and was pleased with the results. 

Saturday rolled around and we readied for the movie we had been waiting to see. Mallory came over and all of us drove to the theater. We purchased tickets and walked into theater six to see, yes, you guessed it (if you follow the blog), the new Indiana Jones movie. 


Indiana and company fought off bad guys for two and a half hours. It was a long trip to take with him and his accompanying characters. Thank God the chairs were very comfortable. Terry loved the movie. He had a difficult time with hearing what was being said however, since the captioning device he got from the theater didn't pick up the captioning. The movie didn't come with closed captioning apparently. Not the theater's fault at all, but it made my husband's view of the movie difficult. 

Mallory and I met outside while Terry was speaking with the manager of the theater about the lack of captioning. It was not their fault and there was no blame, but he wanted them to be aware of the fact in case anyone else wanted to use one for that film. As we stood outside, we discussed the picture. Neither of us cared for it. There was no love interest of Indiana's for this movie. He and Marion Ravenwood had married in a previous part of the story, had a son, and all was well. Without giving anything away, Marion and Indiana were not together. I won't say why as it would give too much information and I don't like to be the one to splatter spoilers all over a blog post. 

Anyway, certain aspects of the story had changed in this film, and we just didn't care for it. A good part of the humor was missing. Oh, they tried to be funny, but the lines and characters did not have the impact typically seen in Indiana Jones movies. 

 The theater is nice, so that was great, but I had a young couple sitting next to me and the girl spread herself out across her seat and into her boyfriend's chair. It was as though she saw it as a couch at home and made herself very comfortable. But, being a theater chair, there were obstacles, such as cup holders. This meant she could stretch over onto my seat a bit too, putting her feet up on my arm rest and into my seating space. It was annoying. I did not care to have her feet nor her crotch in my space. Get a room or sit and watch the movie like a big girl. Good grief. Some people's kids. 

So, this happened. The weekend moved on without much to speak of. Just working on jewelry, selling jewelry, living, breathing, eating jewelry. Well, maybe not eating jewelry. Pieces of chain and other findings would lodge between your teeth and make things quite unpleasant. But you get the gist. 

Monday rolled into our lives. I was in the middle of working on both jewelry and a file when Terry walked in the door. He found me in the office and asked if I had seen "my stuff" in the dining room. Since I had been completely focused on jewelry and transcription, I had not made it to that room in a while. I walked out and ladies, you'll understand. I fell madly in love with my husband more than I was the day before. This sweet man spent time after work picking out items for our one-month anniversary of our wedding! 


Terry brought home a beautiful orchid, which is one of my favorites, and a sentimental card that meant the world to me. 



Now while I'm not sharing the inside of the card as it is personal, tears welled up in my eyes. He is such a kind, thoughtful, amazingly sweet man. He just wanted to let me know how happy he is that we met, fell in love, and got married. I was once again swept off my feet. My heart soared with requited love. Each day he does something that lets me know he is the one for me and that I made the perfect choice in marrying this man. I count my blessing every day that I had this sweet man come into my life. 

This ended our weekend. Our lovely weekend, filled with more love than the day before. All is great in the Macrae house. Wishing everyone all the love in the world! Share your love with others. Be the light that exists to brighten our future on this rock. Love those around you. Bless you all. Until our weekend next week, which is going to be a busy one, we hope you all have a wonderful week, filled with love, blessings and joy! Take care!





















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