Apothecary Shed

32 years. Dang. I will admit that oopstock iterations are starting to run together. Sadly, Romey couldn’t come because Leiden was due any second. In fact, two days after I returned from NH, Leiden was born.

My direct puddle hopper was delayed on the tarmac before taking off (for no real reason). But at least the instruments fit. First on, both flights with a few seconds to stow. Arrival time was 2am, but Rhine was ready with Negroni fixings.

Ah yes, and there were the uncharacteristic shorts kindly loaned from Zay. I forgot to pack shorts. Given the temperatures, that was a major mistake.

There were two warholian projects underway this year in parallel…silk screening and screen tests. Very cool. Maybe inspired by the wedding?? Or maybe just a coincidence.

There was also a stump. We disagree with the “kill the fiddler” sentiments for all the reasons. I mean, exactly how long can a little brother aggravate you?

Meanwhile the stage was set and the fascist clock’s batteries were checked.

Music ran from noon to 10pm before shuttling over to the campfire.

Eventually it got dark.

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And then it was the next day. Another day of uncharacteristic shorts.

All hail the inner chijuana…is that how you spell it?

Lazing

And a visit to the pond before an evening of electric fun featuring lots of Floyd.

We surrender!