I have had a very, very, very full day. I sent the newsletter to the printer last night only to wake up this morning to discover it hadn’t worked as I’d hoped. So, by 10:30 this morning I had that done again, and was ready for lunch. For the second time this week I decided some Roy’s was in order. Teresa and I went on Tuesday. I called her this morning and said I was going to get Roy’s again. She decided to join me. Teresa and I have had lunch every day this week. That may be a record for us.
And, the Roy’s was great. I even snapped a photo of the brisket because the smoke ring on it was just beautiful today. If you’re not into barbecue that probably means nothing to you. But, if you’re into it, this probably makes your mouth water. You don’t get that out of a bottle. Kansas magazine was coming later today to do a piece about them, and the News just did a feature on them, too. Anyway, Teresa and I enjoyed our Roy’s.
Yesterday wasn’t technically a lunch for the two of us. It was the diversity luncheon and we were both there. It was a really good gathering. Theda was there and that’s always fun. Also Cleta, Dorothy, Trish and Lovella. Unfortunately, I’m going to break our lunch streak this week because I’ve got volunteers tomorrow so I won’t get to have lunch.
After lunch today I went to my office and worked on it more. Tomorrow is my recycling day and I wanted to make use of it by getting some things out of the office. I brought a couple of old computer boxes home the last couple of days. The oddest thing – I went ahead and put one of them out yesterday and someone took it. Why do people take my trash? It freaks me out. I put another one out this morning and by noon someone had taken it. Why do people want my empty computer boxes and other trash? Why? What is so enticing about my trash? Tonight I’ve got a big stack of things out there. I broke down the boxes so they would be less appealing to people. These boxes were bent and crunched and not really useful. And, of course, they had other recycling stuff in them, which I fear may have just ended up in the trash somewhere. Anyway, I’m hoping the recycling guys get to them before some passerby steals my trash. Why do I care? I don’t know. It just freaks me out for people to take my trash.
This afternoon was the Horizon’s board meeting in Kingman. I really didn’t want to go, but I talked myself into it. It was a beautiful day and I thought the drive would do my mood some good. We didn’t have a quorum at the meeting, which is very rare, but that meant we were out while it was still sunshiny, which was nice. I drove through downtown Kingman to check out the buildings. The afternoon sun was doing wonderful things for some of the buildings, including the museum.
and the courthouse…
I also couldn’t resist this sign…
I occasionally hear from someone who’s enthralled with getting to see bits of small town Kansas. I can understand that – particularly if you’ve never seen the rural midwest. It has a beauty of its own, like any place, I suppose. Most of the communities around here were formed in the 1880s or a bit later, and the buildings reflect that. There are neat details to be found if you look for them, like the fan design in the panels on the building where that sign is painted.
I headed back to the office, but remembered that tonight was a fundraiser that I would have gone to if I’d not had the meeting out of town. Anyway, I detoured to the art center to get a glimpse of the goodies. It was nice. I chatted with Debbie, Leah, Rosalie, Cyndi and Jennifer, although it was just briefly.
They had about 30 four by six pieces of art donated that they auctioned off. I didn’t even have time to get a card, much less bid, but it was nice to see everything hanging. They were closing bidding just a few minutes after I arrived. Leah was managing the cash – she’s good at that.
I hope it was successful for them. It’s hard to come up with new fundraisers and not step on the toes of anyone else in town.
I worked at the office until about 9 and came home to a nice bubble bath. I really need to take good care of myself these days. I’m not depressed, but I’m not normal either, and I need to nudge myself back toward normalcy. It’s almost midnight now and I have a really busy day tomorrow so I do need to get some sleep. But I think I’ll make a cup of tea and spend a little while journaling before bed. There’s something magic about putting pen to paper.
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