My daughter has been infected with the journaling bug.  Go check out HaveMayhemComitted.  Warning:  She's a terrible speller.    It's a little embarrassing because I was always a really good speller, and I had hopes.  But I love her anyway.

Went to Leisure League luncheon today.  The salads were good, but the lasagna wasn't up to the chef's usual quality.  But the entertainment was great.  Four banjo players, a bass guitarist, and the leader who played the (I think he called it) stump thumper.

The stump thumper is a "musical" instrument composed of a pole on which various sound effects are mounted: a bell, some little jingle-bells, a horn, a wooden sound box, door screen, two pie plates affixed rim to rim, and a tennis ball attached to the bottom of the pole.  How it works is this way:  He thumps the whole rig up and down on the floor, while simultaneously thumping the various accretions with what looks like two batons.  And every time he hit the ding-ding bell, I laughed.  It was a very rhythmic accompaniment to the rest of the instruments.

I never knew so much music could come out of a banjo.  To me it's always been a plinka-plinka sort of thing.  Wrong!!  Of course, they played old-timey music that we elders remember and enjoy, and can sing along with.  The leader did a couple of George Burns numbers, one of which was "I Wish I Were 18 Again."  I was thinking No Way!  Well, maybe if I could be 18 with all the memories of stupid things I did, so I could avoid them again.  But then, there comes 19, and then 20, and do I want my heart broken again.  Nah.  I'll go with what I have, thank you.

It was a gloomy day weatherwise, but a good day otherwise.

Shalom