Saturday 31 May

Today has just been jobs around the house, a trip to Walmart, and crocheting while watching all the scandals rocking the White House unfold.

 

On the Benghazi scandal people (or maybe just Fox News) are suddenly insistently demanding to know where the President was while the attack was going on, because it has been determined that he wasn't in the situation room, where it was expected he would be, and where everyone else was monitoring it  

 

Now I am beginning to suspect there is actually a great deal more to this that the public don't yet know.   And maybe he was in Benghazi himself at the time - and that's the big secret - because there was no reason for the ambassador to have been there, and no one is explaining why he was, and calls for an explanation as to what he was doing there have been growing louder.  The plot thickens, as they say.

 

It is better than a whodunnit, except that it moves a lot slower.  I would have either finished the whodunnit by now, or turned to the back.

 

This evening Pattisue rang and suggested going to the local flea pit where the Pottawatomie Historical Society were putting on a show.   She was keen to see someone impersonating Will Rogers, a famous film star and personality in the 1930s who came from Oklahoma.  He seemed to go down well with the audience, but he was a bit over my head, I think one needed to be American to appreciate the humour.  

 

There wasn't a programme, but this notice was in the local paper.    I did enjoy the performance by the little band.   Brian Blansett is the proprietor and editor of the local newspaper I've met a few times at Kiwanis.   He has brought his daughter, pictured next to him with his double bass, when he has been to Kiwanis.  She is a violinist when she is playing for the Oklahoma Philharmonic, but fiddles when she is playing with her family.   I used to think the violin and fiddle were different instruments, but the difference is in the way it is played. 

 

For a local flea pit it wasn't bad inside.  Mind you no one here calls it a flea pit, I think that is just an English slang term.    The theatre opened in 1911.   Pattisue was waiting outside when I arrived.