Rue's Garden Herbals

This isn't my usual blog but I have to tell you about my Friday night adventure. The son of our friends and his friend shot a video for a bicyclist named Bahati. Bahati was a student at Claremont High School in California, which is in a very rough neighborhood. Being involved in their music program kept him out of trouble. Now he is a bicyclist and he wants to give back to students who attend there. So he had a fundraiser for his foundation and, because we knew Michael and Roberta, we got to go.

We got to this theatre and walked into this huge room, where people were standing around and having drinks. At the front was a stage. It all looked fine but we apparently had 3 1/2 hours to stand before it was over, so I was already planning on sitting on the floor and not seeing a thing. But it turned out we were on the vip list. We got wristbands and could go upstairs into a really nice lounge area with drinks and seating areas. We stood around there for a while and watched people. Pretty much everyone was dressed to the nines and looked like something out of People magazine - not the Oscars but certainly a very nice cocktail party. We were presentable in our middle-aged version of clothing but we knew that was as good as we were going to get so we accepted it. I thought we had to go downstairs again when the show came on but a door opened and we were ushered into lovely amphitheater style seats where we got to watch the program in luxury. Included were a team of bicyclists and musicians and dancers from Claremont High. If you ever want to send money somewhere, the Bahati Foundation is a good cause.

The next day I went with my granddaughter to get her hair turned from grown-out roots and red dyed bottoms to stunning blonde. She is most comfortable as a blonde so she felt like she finally looked like herself again. The process only took four, yes four, hours. But we finished the day without her crying, which we were all expecting.

Now I'm back to my ordinary life, which is good. Tomorrow I go with a friend to a tea house, where I will escape from the everyday world again. Next time I'll tell you about a mystery novelist who writes about herbs in each of her stories.