Having only 300 more steps to go on my Fitbit, I took a walk up to the main stage at the Roots and Blues Musica Festival last night just as the dusk as falling. I left my fanny pack on the chair beside Rebecca, thinking I would be back in less than 5 minutes.
I got interested in a trio of string players who would break from their music to do an acapella trio and then take to their fiddles and bass again. And that lead to listening to a quartet from Horsefly, B.C. – their music a cross between spirituals and Tennessee folk music. When I got back to my chair, yes, the fanny pack was gone. I retraced my steps, then took the journey to find a volunteer so that I could find the lost and found.
In the meantime I thought about what I was carrying: my meds, a lot of cash (for the merchandise tent at the Festival), 2 credit cards and my government ID. My phone wasn’t even on the list of worries, for I can buy a phone in an instant. But the government ID?
I have to go back to Alberta for that and I am not quite ready to return yet.
I was somewhat resigned and thinking a bit about the work to replace all of that. Since I measure all loss from one to 10, 10 being dead, the loss was minimized for me.
Bonnie and her friend Shonna-Lee were walk toward me as I reached the Lost and Found tent. Under her arm was my fanny-pack.
“No one was at the chairs and I thought I would take care of this for you.”
“Thank you for thinking of its safety. And thank you for the best rush of endorphins I have had today.”
Finding my stuff?
A good day.
Being at the Festival?
The best day ever.
Arta
I got interested in a trio of string players who would break from their music to do an acapella trio and then take to their fiddles and bass again. And that lead to listening to a quartet from Horsefly, B.C. – their music a cross between spirituals and Tennessee folk music. When I got back to my chair, yes, the fanny pack was gone. I retraced my steps, then took the journey to find a volunteer so that I could find the lost and found.
In the meantime I thought about what I was carrying: my meds, a lot of cash (for the merchandise tent at the Festival), 2 credit cards and my government ID. My phone wasn’t even on the list of worries, for I can buy a phone in an instant. But the government ID?
I have to go back to Alberta for that and I am not quite ready to return yet.
I was somewhat resigned and thinking a bit about the work to replace all of that. Since I measure all loss from one to 10, 10 being dead, the loss was minimized for me.
Bonnie and her friend Shonna-Lee were walk toward me as I reached the Lost and Found tent. Under her arm was my fanny-pack.
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LtoR: Shonna-Lee, Arta, Bonnie
Loving the signs at the Festival Washrooms.
As well, the smoke filled air is just how
things are in Salmon Arm right now.
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“No one was at the chairs and I thought I would take care of this for you.”
“Thank you for thinking of its safety. And thank you for the best rush of endorphins I have had today.”
Finding my stuff?
A good day.
Being at the Festival?
The best day ever.
Arta
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