It’s a good morning. Slow. The time change means my alarm went off before the sun rose, but even as it laboriously climbs over the horizon here in Manhattan, KS it’s not really lifting the grey too much.
Yesterday was gorgeous, and the home which has invited us to play a house concert (OUR House Concert Series) sits high on a hill, overlooking forests and the distant town and as the sun went down, glowering red, there was no real hint that it didn’t have big plans for the morrow… but it feels like the sun’s been caught off guard by the time change too and just can’t quite get up the gumption.
We have a friendly dog that’s full of snuffling affection and a friendly cat who’s ever so curious about all the gear… now that all those horrible people that were in her space are gone, now that it’s no longer time for sleep and snuggling, this perfect Halloween cat is exploring every nook and cranny formed by our guitars and merch box. I’m glad Heather’s cajon is cased because I think the hole in the back is possibly JUST the right size to appear inviting to this animal…
Manhattan KS proudly adheres to the mantle of its bigger east coast brother, declaring itself the Little Apple, and their local ad campaigns seem to capitalize on the contrast : Little Apple, Big Shows (music’s big here, refreshing) – Little Apple, Big Meals – Little Apple… what sure sounds like big dogs. The peace of the morning has been somewhat broken by some angry dogs in the distance, and the children have woken…
I think one has introduced “chicken farts” (you know, the armpit portion of hamboning?) to the other and the second kid, intrigued and wide-eyed says “does it make it smell bad toooo?!?!?”
Oh kids.
