Garden Party

I was invited to a Sunbonnet Garden Party. I couldn’t go, because I had no sunbonnet. Someone, who will remain nameless found me a sunbonnet to decorate, so I had no good excuse. I could have made something up of course.. like an incapacitating hot flash relapse..or a sudden uncontrollable urge to nap all afternoon. I thought what the heck..maybe I can get some good photos. Maybe I can get some good blog fodder.

These lady/party thingys are not my thing to do. Sometimes I can be a sociable person, but not often, and it is a struggle for me to hold my tongue in check. I got ready to go and Far Guy said, "I can’t believe you are going, have a great time, try not to piss off the entire neighborhood." Well maybe someone new moved into the neighborhood..you know someone well read, someone that might be a breath of fresh air…someone new who hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting me yet! I have no idea who will be there, but I know there are a few women who I could just do without. "Digging Lady" was not there, she was a no show, probably too busy weeding or digging up someone else’s gardens to attend.

This particular group of ladies, are lake ladies, you know the ones, their husbands love to fish, they love to garden, and are inundated by company every weekend..so they cook and clean all week getting ready for the next weekend. Not quite my cup of tea so to speak..and none of them enjoy dog company in their lives either..perfectly ordered retired lives have no room for muddy paws..canine or feline. They do take time out to enjoy a free lunch at a garden party, it is probably the only break they have all week from their kitchen duties. The conversation .. local restaurants..mindless gossip..health issues.. nothing of substance..nothing about which I had an opinion that I could or wanted to share. I was perfectly behaved, polite and ladylike.. I did a fairly good job of being civil..and I didn’t make anyone angry..or see red, or shake their head. Of course the real me was held in check…. I did answer a few plant questions. I don’t mind sharing my knowledge..most of these ladies are former customers. I actually like two of them..they are real people..I saw a photo of the gals that were invited to the Garden Party series a few weeks ago..that group had a newbie.. I will probably meet her next summer. Soon all these women will disappear into their houses til next summer, except for their coffee time on Tuesday’s ..they are history.

Sometimes I wonder Is it me that is strange..or them.. I have nothing in common with most of them. If I hear a spot of gossip..I ask the person straight up..I heard this.. is it true or is it all gossip? I detest small talk..why don’t they want to talk about the state of the economy..the war in Iraq..child abuse..the meth problem..drunk driving.. interesting blogs they read..or discuss something they have read..or share a joke.. a home remedy..a childhood memory..something fun they did with a grandchild.. I just don’t get it.. I have so many interests and opinions..and very few people that I can actually share them with. I guess it is no wonder that I find the very best company for me is Far Guy and Chance, relatives that can’t ignore me all the time..and a few extra special people who like me just the way I am..old and kinda cranky:)

Far Guy took a photo of my hat before I left. It turned out pretty cute..plus it had personality!

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3 Responses to Garden Party

  1. Geri W says:

    nice hat I sure like hats wish they would be in style GW

  2. TechnoBabe says:

    Right off the hat so to speak, they got a bad rap in our house because it sounds like they don’t care much for dogs. Who could possibly not like dogs? Your hat is A+ Adorable!!! Spunky like you.

  3. PrairieWoman says:

    I think you have to look at people like a flower garden. You have those dainty, fragile flowers who can’t take the chance to dance in the wind. You have those who are somewhere in the middle — willing to chance it so long as they don’t get hurt and then you have the hearty flowers who just do it and live life to fullest knowing full well that winter is coming.