I have a little cold and so am a bit achy but I went to bed thinking that I would just sleep lovely and since Mr. Moon is out of town, I chose to sleep on the Magically Delicious guest room bed and the sheets were clean and I read for a little while and then drowsiness overtook me and I put my book down and turned off the light and slept like the dead for about three hours and then woke up.
My legs and hips and back were aching.
I had heartburn.
My left hand was somehow both numb and paining me. A lot. More than usual.
I struggled and struggled to get comfortable and finally got up and found my wrist brace and took some Alka Seltzer. I went back to bed.
I got up again. I took a Pepcid and read for awhile in the kitchen and then moved back to the bed which by this point, had become more a bed of nails than anything remotely Magically Delicious. I read some more. Turned out the light and finally went back to sleep and then, and THEN, I dreamed I was in hospice and dying!
This was a new one for me. It was very much like the dreams I have wherein I'm in labor, or trying to be in labor and nothing's happening.
I was in hospice and there were all these people there, just sitting around and waiting for me to die and I needed them to go away and where in god's name was the hospice nurse with the damn MORPHINE?!
Well, anyway, I didn't really die and my wrist still hurts and my hand is still a little bit numb and I'm still a bit achy but I have to say it's a beautiful day here in Lloyd. At least it is now that I've cleaned up four dog shits and a dog pee.
But that's not what I wanted to talk about. No. What I wanted to talk about is that it is Keith Richards' birthday and the old man turns sixty-nine years old today and bless his heart!
That picture is two years old but it's a nice one.
I wish I'd dreamed about him last night instead of being in hospice but I didn't. I did have another dream with a lot of musicians in it but they were actual musicians that I know in real life and I find that interesting. When I woke up from that one I tried to figure out what all of those different people from my life were doing in one dream and then I realized their common thread- all musicians, every one.
Music, as I have said repeatedly, has saved my life on more than one occasion. And I will always be in awe and be grateful for those who make it. Some of them play guitar, some of them play fiddles, some of them play piano, some of them sing. Some of them do it all. Whether they have played blues or bluegrass, Beethoven or the Beatles, I am grateful for all of them.
So. Happy birthday to Keith Richards who continues to do what he does. He does it like no one but himself and he is still alive and I hope he wakes up this morning, completely happy to be so. According to Wikipedia, today is also the twenty-ninth anniversary of his marriage to the beautiful Patti Hansen.
That alone, in the world of rock and roll, has to be some sort of record.
What a life.
I hope he keeps on living it.
And I wish for all of us that when our time does finally come, that nurse shows up with the morphine.
Good morning from Lloyd and thank you for allowing me to indulge my obsession with Keith Richards, my Totem Spirit Animal and where I have so much to do that I am paralyzed with it all. It is one week before Christmas, 2012, and here we all are.
Isn't that amazing?
I think so.