Part II: The Blue Chair!

And as luck would it—I spotted Ellen and June, our dear friends/volunteers over by Julia's and Andy's pillow booth. (Remember two Sundays ago I blogged about Ellen coming out with her friends Julia and Andy, the pillow people, so they could see our rescue ranch and do a little birdwatching, in The Okay Coral.)

So I jumped out of the blue chair, said goodbye to the nice woman and then I skipped over to greet them. Like me, June and Ellen were totally surprised to see me there and they could not believe that I had come to the festival without Tony. And because those sisters are such nice women they invited me to come sit with them, on the bench seats, on the other side of the stage.

This is a picture that I took, as soon as I finally found the blue chair. The blue quilt, lower right hand corner, belonged to the nice lady who had let me sit by her.

Because the blue chair was extremely difficult for me to clasp my thumb and index finger around two of its legs, I picked it up, propped it up against my shoulder, like the marching, rifle people do, in parades and then I followed Ellen and June to their bench seats.

I ended up sitting on the end of the bench, next to June and while I was wrestling with the stupid blue chair, trying to get it to go under the bench, Donna and Ryan walked up and greeted me. "We're so glad that you decided to come to the festival. Tony, called us right after you left and he told us that you were coming and to be on the lookout for you. We also brought a blue chair for you to sit in. Why don't you come sit with us and our friends? We're sitting just a few rows back." So I thanked June and Ellen for taking me under their wings and letting me sit with them and then I once again wrestled with the blue chair.

Before I sat down, in their blue chair, Donna and Ryan introduced me to their nice friends and one of them was an original member of the famous 13th Floor Elevators. Once seated, I placed my blue chair, on the ground, between Donna's and my blue chairs. Then I started visiting with Donna and that's when we decided to go backstage, with a couple of other friends to watch the fabulous Bluegrass band, Wood & Wire, finish up their set, before David Crosby came on stage. And it was fun, even though I didn't get to meet Crosby.

David Crosby looked great, he was funny and his voice and songs mesmerized me until a sweet friend of Donna's and Ryan walked up to greet them, because I heard her tell Donna that she had forgotten to bring a chair. "Here," I said. "You're welcome to use my blue chair." Then I happily handed off the blue chair and then sat back and enjoyed the rest of the concert.

David Crosby played for nearly one and a half hours and his concert was greater than great. When it ended Donna and Ryan took off to go backstage and because it was way past my bedtime I decided to go ahead and leave before the final set. Even though Ryan and Donna had offered to drive me, after the concert ended, to row 12, where I had left Trigger.

And before I walked away, I told their friend to please thank Ryan and Donna for letting me sit with them and then I said, "Oh, and you can have the blue chair, too. I don't want it, because there are too many blue chairs here. I'm going to buy me a pink one, so it will be easier to spot next year."

I made it home safely and I drove 40 all of the way home and I only saw one car on the road and it was way far behind me. I am glad that I drove slow, because I almost hit a fox and then had to brake hard for a cute armadillo, crossing the highway.

I walked inside, The Cabin, a few minutes before midnight and our dogs greeted me at the door, because Tony was already sound asleep.

Sunday morning when I was starting to tell Tony about the concert, he interrupted me and asked, "Where's my blue chair?"

"I gave the blue chair away. I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours. Anyway, I didn't want to have to drag it back home...."

After I had told Tony the entire story of the blue chair. Tony was frowning. "Nance, I loved the blue chair. It was the one that I bought, because it was wired with built-in speakers, so I could plug in my iPod and listen to my music. It was my fishing chair."

"I'm sorry I didn't know that," I apologized. "I thought it was just another blue chair. I'll buy you another one this week, but can we please get you a different color?"

"No, because I think they only come in blue." His words gave me the Blues, so I grabbed my guitar and went, into Outer Space, to practice playing the Blues scales that I've recently learned.

I am so glad that I got out of my comfort zone and made myself go see David Crosby, at the Kerrville Music Festival, because it was a wonderful night that I shall long remember. And it was a night that Tony will not forget until I replace the blue chair. And that's about it for tonight.

Y'all have a great evening!

The Blue Chair!

Saturday was so great. In the late afternoon Kinky called me to tell me that our good friends Ryan and Donna Hatch were over at the Lodge visiting him and that they had a 2015 Kerrville Blues & Roots Workshop t-shirt  to give to me. "Omg, can I come over?" I asked.

Two minutes later, I was hugging Donna and Ryan, in Kinky's kitchen, thanking them for giving me Ryan's expensive ticket to attend that awesome Blues workshop, at the Kerrville Folk Festival, taught by the incredibly talented, great Blues man, Reverend Robert B. Jones. And a few seconds later, they handed me the super cool t-shirt.

Then we all went outside to visit on Kinky's front porch. We laughed and talked about Robert's awesome workshop, guitars, the all of the wonderful and much needed rain that we luckily all received and the David Crosby's concert. "Tony can't go to it tonight, because he's feeling puny and I really want to go to it, because I love David Crosby so much," I said. "So when Tony cancelled on me, I called our dear friend Steve Pietzsch to see if he wanted to go with me instead. He loves Crosby as much as I do and he saw him in a Dallas concert, years ago and he told me that it was the night that David Crosby got busted. He told me that David played one set and then he went off stage and was immediately arrested for drugs. I really want to go, but I am night blind."

"Nancy," Donna said. "Why don't you let Ryan and me come pick you up and take you back home, so you can get to see Crosby? We'd love to do it..." After I asked them to let me think about it and call them back Tony showed up to visit with us.

Then we all sat and listened to several of the incredibly great cuts, off of Kinky's new CD, scheduled to be released in October. And Ryan and Donna loved it, too. And, before Tony and I hugged and adios-ed our dear friends I told them about how much I loved the Science Channel, especially their informative shows: NASA's Unexplained Files and MythBusters.

When we got back home I was still "on the fence" about going to David Crosby's concert, at the Kerrville Folk Festival, because I love him, but I didn't want Donna and Ryan to have to spend a lot of wasted time to come pick me up and take me back home. And fifteen minutes later, after purchasing a ticket Online, I said, "Tony, would you mind going outside to find me one of our collapsable chairs to take to the concert?"

At 7:45 I carefully parked and locked up Trigger, in the Kerrville Folk Festival's 12th row, in their parking lot, across the highway from the music festival and I was proudly wearing my new, super cool, burgundy colored, 2015 Kerrville Folk Festival Blues & Roots Workshop t-shirt that Ryan and Donna had given to me earlier. But I felt naked, crossing the highway, without carrying my new guitar, in my hand. Then things went south.

When I arrived at the amphitheater, I couldn't find Donna or Ryan anywhere, so I walked up and planted my blue collapsible chair next to a sweet-looking, gray-haired woman like me, that had two quilts spread out in front of her, on the ground and said to her, "I'm lost and I can't find my friends. Would you mind me sitting next to you?"

She smiled at me and shook her head up and down. So I opened up and planted the blue chair and then I took off to go buy a Coke, but instead ended up with a Dr. Pepper, because they had run out of it.

On my way back, I got turned around and could not remember exactly where I had left the blue chair, which was no big deal to me, because this happens all of the time to me. Anyway, I finally found my blue chair or so I thought.

I sat down in a blue chair, that looked just like mine, but the old woman and quilts were gone now and she had been replaced by a handsome, 40ish-looking, kind man, that uncomfortably looked and smiled at me, as I sat down, in the blue chair.

After looking at hundreds of blue chairs, that looked just like mine, it took me about three minutes to realize that I was not sitting in my blue chair, because my chair, bought from Walmart years ago, had black legs—not silver ones like the one I was sitting in, so I said to the nervous looking stranger, sitting beside me, "Sorry, I think that I am lost and I don't think this is my blue chair after all." Then I got up and quickly walked away, to hopefully go find my blue chair.

As luck would have it I finally found my blue chair, far back, on the right side of the stage area. When I laughed and joked to the nice, friendly woman about me getting lost and accidentally sitting in someone elses' blue chair, she laughed with me. And while I was sitting next to her and her family and listening to some great musicians, I kept looking around hoping to spot our dear friends Donna and Ryan.

To Be Continued...(Sorry, Mari. This is a pretty long story with a happy ending.)

Y'all have a great evening!