Sunday, September 14, 2008
This is the road that leads to Redart (Trader backwards), which is the name of an area in Mathews on the way to Gwynn's Island. The field on the right is loaded with soybeans. Practically every field here now is full of corn or soybeans. They both are harvested when they turn a crispy, dry brown. The corn is just about at that stage, but the beans have a ways to go yet.
I'm going to be brief today because I'm queuing up some things my mother has produced. For now I want to tell you about what I did yesterday, which was completely out of the ordinary for me, and--come to think of it--probably out of the ordinary for most people I know.
I attended a picnic at former governor and current candidate for Senate Mark Warner's house in King George, VA. Yep, I sure did. I shook his hand and sweated all over his yard. It was hotter than blue blazes yesterday. He lives in a magnificent house on a scrillion acres on a bluff overlooking the Rappahannock River. It was beautiful, and I didn't fall down once even though there were tree roots sticking up everywhere and I just knew I was going to go down face first in front of someone important. I didn't.
However, because I was outside in the sweltering hot, 150% humidity, and was sweatin' like a pig on a spit, my hair frizzed all up. I don't mean just a little bit, I mean in a disastrous way. There were no mirrors anywhere to be seen so of course I didn't know it was all frizzed up until the ride home in the car.
So I shook Mark Warner's hand looking like a poodle dog who hasn't been to the groomer in ten years. Typical Chesapeake Bay Woman luck.
Earlier I heard speeches from current Governor Tim Kaine and Terry McAuliffe. I am pleased to report that this was in an air-conditioned environment.
Therefore Chesapeake Bay Poodle Dog was not concerned about her hair. She was, however, still concerned about falling down in front of someone important.