Unexpected blogging break this week. No particular reason, just real life I guess. I'm sure I'll be back in the flow in a few days.
My son Nate is an itinerant minstrel house-painter these days. That is, house-painter by trade, minstrel at heart, and traveler by choice. He's painting our house in Maine, my sister-in-law's house in NY, and will paint yours too possibly, no matter where you live, but especially if there's an enticing music festival in your neck of the woods. Anyway, that's all prologue to letting you know that he has posted something on the subject of "saltiness" over at Mt. Jesus, where we are blogging our way through the sermon on the mount. Also, he posted at his own blog (clearly, he likes to keep busy) with a post entitled Grace Does Not Equal a Sweet tone of Voice.
So, anyway, if you want your house painted, or a mandolin player at your yard party, call him. You'll get a little saltiness thrown in without charge, and actually, his tone of voice is always pretty sweet.
3 comments:
no house painting this year...except for doors and around windows here and there...which you reminded me needs to be done. all i got for him is grape harvest near the first of october.
actually this fest looks good...http://www.ridgefieldfriends.org/bluegrass.html
http://www.oregonbluegrass.org/festival_calendar.php#10/10/2009
sometimes people will hear a sweet tome of voice, and sometimes it takes banging on a glass with a knife first.
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