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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Hold onto your socks -- I've been socializing!

There was something in the local rag (a rant all of its own is planned soon) that piqued my interest.  A town just south of me was putting on a program with a fellow who sang and talked about local (as in the State of New York) ditties, ballads and the like.  It sounded inneresting, as they say in these parts.  Trouble was, it fell on a week night.

There used to be a time when I would pirouette out the door without a single thought after a full day's work.  That was a long time ago.  Now, unless it would be the opportunity to meet one of my (living) heroes, it takes nitro to blast me out of my nest.  Besides, there is the dog guilt to deal with.

A friend of mine, who is more fun than should be legal, emailed and said, hey, let's go!  I wavered and blithered and went on and on.  She finally said that she would come and get me.  I was backed to the wall.  I gave in.  I blasted home and went through a flurry of evening chores - on my way to the barn, I hear this perky voice - "Hey, Suze!!!" She was early.  So she went in, let the dogs in (they adore her) and then borrowed my boots and shoveled my front walk; all within 5 minutes.  I did try, weakly, to explain that I was on strike and had vowed not to lift another shovelful of snow.  She ignored me and power-shoveled to her car.

We had a little time so we split a glass of wine while she sat, covered in dogs, and chattered away.

We picked up our mutual friend, Lisa (where Patty, the human dynamo, also shoveled her walkway in six seconds), then off to the historical society.  After a rather too-long going-over of last month's minutes, various announcements and stabs at humor, the main attraction was introduced.  It was so worth the trip!  It was a foot-stomping, toe-tapping hour and a half, led by Dave Ruch who seemed very much at home in the sea of grey heads nodding and bobbing around him.  He played the guitar, banjo, mandolin (my fav) and octave mandolin (my other fav).


Of course, I didn't get home until after my bed-time and had to oblige the dogs with some playtime shenanigans before I convinced them they needed to settle down for the night.  I won't deny there were treats involved.

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  1. Dogs are like children.............TIMES 10!
    Ah, the guilt.
    Glad you had a good time---and that you are forgiven.

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    1. Sue - Yes, but I can make them go in their crate and no one will call social services...

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  2. I hope you explained to the dogs that being able to go out for a fun evening on a "school night" (as my daughter still likes to call week nights) makes you a better mama for them. Bless friends who drag us out for a good time.

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    1. Mama Pea - You know, I did sit down and have a heart-to-heart with them. However....not much sank in.

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  3. Isn't it great when you do have a really good time and get dragged out!

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  4. Sure do understand the dog guilt. I feel it but I don't think that my Chucky really cares as much about it as I do. So good that you got out and had a fun evening! (And it doesn't hurt that some of that snow got shoveled for you, either...)

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    1. 2T - I love your dog's name! I am sure that I am the one who suffers the most - although my three seem to have high drama down pat.

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  5. Susan,

    Every now and then we need to go out and just have some fun. You came home, the dogs were walked, and feed before going. They received treats, and some playtime before bed that's what counts. If we don't have our own playtime every now, and then we fall into a rut.


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    1. Sandy - So very true! They got many treats yesterday. Hmmm. Maybe that's the problem....

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  6. I went out twice this week! It was enough to say I'm sick of driving in (to town) and turn down all other events. Not having a dog I told myself it wasn't fair to the cat. I could easily become a recluse. Glad you had a good friend to drag you out.

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    1. Susan - Once I get home to my nice nest, it is almost impossible to get me out of it. I am such a homebody!

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  7. Sounds like a nice night out. We too are weekday shut ins after arriving home. Especially with dark coming early. Although did I hear that time change (I wish they would leave it one way or another!) was this weekend?

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  8. i used to be out constantly and now it takes more than it takes you to get me out in the evening. i get up waaayyyyyy to early to go out at night!

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  9. I too don't go out on a school night, but then again when I think about, I don't go out on a weekend night either. What happened to those days when we worked all day, then went out at night, got home at 3 am and was up for work by 6 am and put in another full days work? I get tired now just thinking about that!!

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  10. What a GREAT night! Wish I could have been there...do you think your snow-shoveling goddess could have shoveled a path from here to there ??

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  11. You had me at wine. No, wait. Mandolin. That's what you had me at. ;)

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  12. Sometimes it's just worth it. ;-)

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