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We've been given the opportunity by the Kentucky Women's Foundation to go on retreat at their farmhouse for the whole weekend to work on new songs.  Sailor's bringing her trumpet, I'm bringing a violin and a cornett ( I don't even know how to play it, much less spell it).  We've got a fabulous menu planned, bringing lots of Bourbon, of course, and the entire back-log of new material we've been building up.

We've also decided to stop recording for a while, because it's taking way too fucking long, and are going to put out a vinyl 45 with 3 songs, and will keep working on the rest as we feel like it, to put them online as mp3's.

Yes, there will be cameras everywhere, hopefully some video, and some sort of audio-recording doohickey to catch our spontaneous jams.

I've not been around for the last few weeks because I was so busy with the end of the semester and with a job I had organizing the Children's Activities Tent for the Derby Paddle Boat Race Party at the Louisville Visual Art Association.  I was looking forward to being free for at least a few days after that gig, which was a big success, lots of fun, and lots of hard work.  I had amazing volunteers, James in particular-oh, thank you, James.

The next day, my sister called me with bad news:  one of my aunts (mom's side) committed suicide on the 4th.  I rented a car and drove to NC the next day.  I really didn't think I'd have to go through that again, ever, much less with a family member.  I'm doing much better, but the strangest things trigger sobs and snot. I was physically ill, I mean SICK, for half that week.  She must have been leaving my body.  That's what happened when Josh died, too.  Assholes.
Her parents, my grands, are still alive.  That's the hardest part for us to deal with.  So horribly cruel.  I'm really pissed off.  Really.  That's why I haven't been around for a while.   If this happens again, I...I don't know what I'll do.  Please, don't do it no more.

Freakpowertix's visit was hilariously fun- Lydia performed for us a song and dance routine about "Anths in Ya Panths!" that made us laugh until we cried.  And then, she turned into a salty bitch for a few days.  Well, I'm salty most of the time, so what do I expect?  It was so crazy and fun while he was here that we forgot to bring our cameras everywhere we went.  There are plans in development for a trip to Kalifornia toward the end of the summer...will keep you apprised.

That's the latest from Bettyville...will post Retreat Madness early next week.