I think we are starting to get settled into the new house, or maybe just accepting that we will never get settled in, or something along those lines.  We still have a daunting amount of stuff at the rental house, but I think we’re starting to consider just leaving it all for the next people.  (OK, not my good Staub cookware.  Or the plates. Or…  Alright maybe we better go get it all sometime.)  We didn’t really have time for moving this past weekend though, as our friends David & Jill came in from Texas.  They got the distinction of being our first house-guests in the new place, along with the associated conveniences.  “Oh yeah, sorry, we don’t have any towels yet.  Here, use my old tee-shirts.  Yeah the plates haven’t made it yet, we just sort of eat out of the skillet.  Don’t throw that McDonalds cup away, you’ll need it if you want a drink later.  Pull up a lawn chair, make yourself comfortable, the couch comes next week.”  And so on.  We made the best of it though, and at least we had a bed for them to sleep in.

The underlying reason for the visit was the Fall Music Festival at B.R. Cohn winery.  We purchased tickets for this event some time ago, and I’d been looking forward to it.  (Honestly, the ol’ music scene is just a bit lacking in the Folsom/EDH area.  I won’t claim I was thrilled to death with the lineup, but you take what you can get around here.)  It was a two-day event, but we only made it Saturday.  The drive to the winery was rather traumatic.  Some highway was closed somewhere, and I guess I-80 absorbed all the detour traffic, bringing it to a complete standstill for quite a ways.  We ended up missing the first few acts, which considering my challenges with attention span was probably for the best anyway.  We did get there just in time to catch Los Lonely Boys, which was a great way to start the afternoon.  They were easily my favorite act of the day, even having seen them before a few times.  I was, however, quickly reminded of my long-standing idea to bring ear plugs to concerts;  Their volume level was a bit punishing.  Oh well, I think I’m about 30 years to late with that scheme anyway.  They were followed by The Wallflowers, and then Melissa Etheridge closed things out with a pretty awesome solo set.  During the breaks between the sets (and sometimes during the sets,) I was entertained by the honest-to-goodness character who plopped down next to me.  (I don’t know how, but I attract said characters somehow or another.)  He looked like he’d been on the road for quite a few years, and, I must say, smelled like it too.  He had some interesting stories though, that’s for sure.  He claimed to be the son of Wavy Gravy, and had some fine tales of different music tours, picking up trash at Woodstock, etc etc.  Wavy’s page wouldn’t seem to support his stories, but I found them interesting all the same.