21 October 2008
I am currently very annoyed. Somehow the post I just spent an hour preparing has disappeared. I’m going to attempt to recreate it, but it won’t be the same, and I am a little lot pissed off.
The day is winding down and Kyle tells me his photo of the day is of my truck’s back end. It seems the “assignment” this week is “red.” Not to be outdone by my own truck’s tailgate, I snapped this photo of my red straw cowboy hat.
I got an interesting phone call today from the gentleman in charge of this year’s Galveston Historical Foundation Dickens Ball. He is a member of the board of directors, and a volunteer. He called me on his cell phone because, like most of the island of Galveston, he still has no telephone service via land line.
The reason for his call seemed to be to let me know that they were really hoping our group would be attending the ball. He was also following up on some questions I’d asked in an earlier email. We chatted for quite some time, and I came away knowing the following: 1. They still do not know if there will be shuttle service from the Galvez to the Strand during Dickens on the Strand. 2. The GHF will be happy to work out something for our group where we end up with wristbands, rather than having to deal with hand-stamping. 3. Over 70 vendors have already committed to set up at DOTS. Local area retailers (most of whom cannot have their regular retail spaces ready in time for this event) have all been given the option of setting up a booth with no vendor fee. 4. Much of the contents of the badly damaged warehouse have been “saved.” Some drying out time, and some paint and tender loving care, and voila! 5. Perhaps the most important news of the day, is that the Dickens on the Strand festival this year will be confined to just that—the Strand. A few tendrils off on side streets, perhaps, but the festival will not include Ship’s Mechanic Row (or Mechanic Street, as many call it).
In our conversation he said The Strand “looks like a ghost town,” which is something I’ve also read online. He promised to keep in touch, and let me know if anything developed that would affect us or our attendance.
I’m off to bed, now. Our evening was a wonderful, relaxing one, spent in the company of our friend Damaris. She met us at No Frills where we joined Brett and Jill for some trivia and burgers and beer. Then, after convincing Demaris that driving back to TRF tonight would have been a bad idea, we retired back to our house, where we talked of religion and politics and movies and sex and pets and renfaires, and . . . well, pretty much you name it —we touched on it! We had a great visit, and now, she is safe and sound, and well-ensconsed in the Mouse Suite, and she’ll head to TRF’s Toon Town on the morrow.
~MB
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