What a weekend!

Gary Blanchard

Gary Blanchard

beloved, local musician
On Saturday Carol wanted to go to some gardens in the area. The first is called The Secret Garden. There Is a munched path leading to it that the Town of Shrewsbury maintains; midway down the path lies a dirt path that becomes the Secret Garden. It's a person's large back yard filled with odd statuary, plaques with various uplifting messages, a mushroom table and stools. It was magical, but a lot of uneven ground, which is difficult for me. Then we went to a nearby park, climbed a rather steep hill to see a garden that is being restored amid ruins of a mansion that was once there. Again, a lot of uneven ground, and I find going downhill harder than uphill. We got home around 3 pm and I rested

Sunday morning we went to a flea market in Hubbardston. Like Saturday, there's about an hour's drive. Unlike Saturday the sun was bright with temperatures around 85. No hills, but a lot of uneven ground. There wasn't much worth seeing, but it was sort of fun. I wore a straw hatto protect my head and face but my arms felt it.

We came home and I rested a bit, then headed to Lost Towns to be part of a benefit for a local musician recently diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer. Donations at the concert came to $1600, and Lost Towns donated $200 from beer sales. This was the second benefit for Tony this weekend, plus the family has a Go Fund Me set up. It makes me realize how lucky I have been, having Medicare (at least so far) and a great secondary insurance through Carol's pension. I have had very little out of pocket expenses.

I am feeling sore and achy, but am happy that I was able to be fairly active this weekend.
 
Rough terrain mojo sent.

Saturday, I went to the Battle of the bands like I do every year. It's usually the limit, 12 bands. This year there were only six. Also, they moved it yet again. They have been re-doing the park for 4 or, 5 years. Last two years, band and audience were in a pavilion. Pavilion is gone. The new stage is under a roof but, audience is back to grass, which I usually love and complain about if it's anything different but, I think I've reached the end of the road for sitting in the sun for any amount of time.It just wiped me out.
 
Mostly hung out. Played a back yard party with the Calypso duo rght down the street from my house. These gigs the bandleader brings matching shirts for us to wear and Saturdays selection did not vibe with my guitar.

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