Friday

When Ed suggests a game and a dinner for tonight (UW women's volleyball --  free tickets, but still...) -- I say sure! The day is starting to look fine indeed.






And then the usual happens: long hours of reading and  an afternoon of hefty digging up shrubs and weeds in the raspberry fields, and evening comes and I get tired.











And I have to wonder how it is that people regularly go out at night for social functions.When the sun sets, I like to retreat home.

Still, on this night, we mobilize our energies and head out. To sit at the bar of Brasserie V and eat moulles frites (mussels and fries). The waiter comments that the last time we were here we sat in the same place and ordered the same thing...





Well now. We're predictable.

Then onto the game.

It's the third time that Ed and I have sat on the hard benches and watched Badger volley ball. And each time, Ed cares only about good plays and I care deeply about our home team winning and this time it is far far too close and so we walk out before we can witness someone lose.






...and the band plays on.





Beautiful. (Even if I do read later that our team lost.)