skuffed the surface of boston.
arrived with 5 minutes to showtime with a cranky and tired child. so it was "bye and thanks and have a good time." there i was being seated at my little table, i alone, the only single person in the joint at a table. after i was sat, right in the front, my friends, i got misty eyed. i felt special and i was overwhelmed. this was not my idea, these kinds of things usually aren't. i would have to thank my husband for that. he takes a beating from me on most things, even about the very character trait that makes him so damn stubborn that no never means no. he has done this a few times. me no no noing and then going. letting it go to get misty eyed like last night in boston.
richard buckner went on 10 past seven. i fell into the music and the words. it is like i almost disappear when i am hearing him live. looking around it was obvious that most were there because of a discount or something for being a member. the venue was a kind of arts place. yuppies sat next to me clearly mystefied by what they were hearing. during one heart felt song among all, one lady started gaffawing. i was happy to be sitting alone.
outside it was raining, i had to call my husband to know where i was walking to...the hotel was a block and a half away. of course the child was still up but i easily dropped him into sleep with milk.
the next day the museum of science and a lot of train rides falling under the dirt of hands and eyes, we got home.
here i am, grateful.
arrived with 5 minutes to showtime with a cranky and tired child. so it was "bye and thanks and have a good time." there i was being seated at my little table, i alone, the only single person in the joint at a table. after i was sat, right in the front, my friends, i got misty eyed. i felt special and i was overwhelmed. this was not my idea, these kinds of things usually aren't. i would have to thank my husband for that. he takes a beating from me on most things, even about the very character trait that makes him so damn stubborn that no never means no. he has done this a few times. me no no noing and then going. letting it go to get misty eyed like last night in boston.
richard buckner went on 10 past seven. i fell into the music and the words. it is like i almost disappear when i am hearing him live. looking around it was obvious that most were there because of a discount or something for being a member. the venue was a kind of arts place. yuppies sat next to me clearly mystefied by what they were hearing. during one heart felt song among all, one lady started gaffawing. i was happy to be sitting alone.
outside it was raining, i had to call my husband to know where i was walking to...the hotel was a block and a half away. of course the child was still up but i easily dropped him into sleep with milk.
the next day the museum of science and a lot of train rides falling under the dirt of hands and eyes, we got home.
here i am, grateful.