I know. Our lives are simply so glamorous.
It really was fun, though. It was at the Opera House, as I mentioned yesterday and Peter Rowan and his stellar band performed as well as the Tibetan songbird, Yungchen Lhamo. Here's a picture of the two of them together.
Then the band came back on and it was one of the stranger musical style pairings I've ever heard and the dynamics going on up there onstage were...very, very interesting.
Hell. I don't know what was going on but I enjoyed the evening more than I can say. The whole thing was a like a Old Tallahassee Hippie Reunion and there were people there I hadn't seen in years and years and who, like me, rarely come out of the woods. Ever.
And the whole thing was over by 9:00 which was more than fittin' for the audience.
I'm so glad to have my husband home. He did not shoot one deer and so possibly, he was not hunting at all but actually has another wife somewhere up on Georgia (and I would say yes, Georgia, due to the red clay he always brings home on his truck) but if he does have another wife, she's not keeping up with his laundry so what good is she to me?
Oh well. As long as he keeps coming home I'm happy. It was so nice to sit and hold hands with him in the Opera House. It was so comforting to have him back in the bed with me again. It was so sweet to wake up and find one of his love notes for me this morning when I went to get my coffee.
The Eternal Gray Drip continues here and I need to get out and take a walk in it. I miss my grandsons something fierce and they need to come out and play with me whether their parents need me to babysit or not. Owen was pleading with his mama to go to work the other day so that they could do just that. I am keeping my ego in check about that by reminding myself that there are only a few places the boys actually go and this is one of them. I wish they could have seen that turtle.
It's Monday. Let's get busy.
Much love...Ms. Moon