Cliff agreed, some time back, to take me to Iowa City, Iowa, to see Iris Dement in person. She's my current favorite folk/country singer. Cliff really doesn't care for her, and he isn't crazy about six-hour road trips. But for me, he agreed to bite the bullet and go. I bought the tickets months ago.
Saturday I grabbed one of my garage-sale paperbacks for the road, since I always read aloud on our trips to make the time pass. Sudden Prey turned out to be a real page-turner, and kept us on the edge of our seats; I stopped reading once in awhile to gaze at the lovely fall folliage, which is at its peak now. We left home before 10 AM, only got lost once, early in the trip, and arrived in Iowa City around 5:00. The first thing we did was locate the Englert theater. Iris Dement's name was on the marquis, along with Saturday's date. Good. Then on to get ourselves a motel.
Iowa City is a college town, and when we got there, a big football game had just ended. What a crowd! Of course, because of the game, the motels had jacked their rates up to a ridiculous level. So, we chose the crummy little Motel 6 and paid $72. After all, we'd only be sleeping there after the show, and heading home early the next morning.
As always, I had packed a cooler with salad makings. That took care of our supper, and then we headed to the theater for the show.
I couldn't believe my eyes: There, under Iris' name on the marquis, was a huge "POSTPONED". That wasn't there before. I went inside to get my refund (I certainly wasn't going to make that long trip again in December) and was told Iris had laryngitis, and had called them just a couple of hours earlier.
I was more disappointed for Cliff than for myself. After all, he had only made this trip for my benefit.
So there we were, stuck in a Motel 6 watching a 19-inch TV for the evening.
We were both awake by 5 AM, hit the road early, and were home by 10. We got 2/3 of the way through "Sudden Prey" because I read almost non-stop on our trip home.
We had a brief motorcycle ride and I gave some attention to my horses. I'm being very careful not to mention Iris, and I won't be playing her music while Cliff is in the house.
I made spaghetti for dinner. Cliff's favorite.
Last night, I dreamed Jay Leno flew his airplane right up to my door, got out with briefcase in hand, and started to visit with me. He was laughing and joking as though we were old friends. My granddaughter took pictures of us, standing side by side.
This dream, no doubt, was my subconscious way of dealing with not seeing Iris. So, Iris didn't appear for her show? That's OK, because my good friend Jay Leno came to my house just to talk to me.
I wish I could remember what we talked about.