I’m sitting in the customer lounge at my car dealership, waiting while they change the oil and rotate the tires on my ancient car. Why I put this off until the day before I have to leave for the Florida Folk Festival, I will never know. This is something I could have taken care of weeks ago, but I didn’t, so here I am. At least I’m multitasking. Last year, I didn’t even publish a blog post from April through June, so I’m obviously doing better this year.
Not only am I writing a blog post the week of the Florida Folk Festival, I actually managed a painting this week. Yes, it’s a tiny painting, but it still counts. I decided to have a little more fun with the sunflowers before they wilted, so I painted a close-up of two of the blooms on one of my itty bitty canvases.
I’m proud of myself for keeping up with all this in my busiest month of the year. Once this oil change is finished, I will still have a lot of shopping and packing left to do, but the tie-dye is all completed, sorted and ready to load in the truck. Things have been going so smoothly, I started to wonder when something would go wrong. I should know better than to do that. I did it two years ago when we finished everything on time and headed off to the festival with a forecast of partly cloudy skies for the whole weekend. I’m still not sure where that tropical storm was hiding while it was planning to run us out of the festival campground a day early and make us pack up in a torrential downpour, but I thought I had learned my lesson about wondering what could go wrong.
Not quite, apparently. All the tie-dye was finished on Saturday. We were just sorting and tidying up and planning my hair-dyeing session when I checked Facebook and saw that my sister, who is a very important part of the family yodeling act, was in the hospital. She was waiting for tests to determine whether or not she would be able to drive from New Jersey to Florida to perform at the festival. Turns out she needs gallbladder surgery, which is happening today. She will not be attending the Florida Folk Festival. She is our lead singer, chief arranger and best guitar-player. We will persevere; we’re used to making adjustments, but it’s definitely going to be a challenge.
The important thing, of course, is my sister’s health. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers as she recuperates. We will certainly be thinking of her as we switch parts and decide which songs can be done with autoharp instead of guitar. The show must go on.
At least I have colorful hair.