From Saturday morning

If you ever get a chance to hear a band called World’s Most Wanted (WMW) play, please do so. They are incredible! Last night, Kay’s friend Dee’s work friend, who happens to have the same name as my daughter but shall herein be called Rosie, did her first ever gig as a singer with that band. Two songs. She brought down the roof, folks; she was incredible! She was so nervous and scared beforehand (this is a relative thing; Rosie is a charismatic, warm, funny and large personality); but when they introduced her and she took that mike, no one would know she hadn’t been doing this all her life. It was amazing! Her husband, sister, and family members and friends … everyone else … it was awesome! She hadn’t met Kay before last night, although of course being Dee’s friend had heard lots about her, as had Kay about Rosie. What a great occasion this was for those two to finally meet! I am really grateful to have been there too; this woman has got to have a singing career. I shall say “Oh, I saw her the night she first sang in public!” Yes; I knew her when ….
It was lovely to see Dee and Lee again. Kay and I went over to their place the weekend before my birthday, and there was grilling and eating, conversation and a very chocolate birthday cake … not sure if I wrote about it here? It was a lovely thing, and my only sort of formal acknowledgment/celebration of me turning 47, and I am so glad that I feel we are already friends.
Kay is sleeping. She was so great last night at this thing; so were Dee and Lee. Kay, you see, has had a miserable headache constantly for the past more than two weeks. She is taking a prescription medication to keep the pain below unbearable level, and needed it yesterday evening as the pain made its plodding return. She was wise enough to ask Dee and Lee if they could pick us up, as it isn’t good to drive when on this stuff. Well, it just so happens that Lee is the proud owner of a nearly new gorgeous Ford Explorer, and they were all too happy to let us ride in their new ride!
(I just closed the door to the bedroom; this computer and its keyboard are just outside the door, and typing shouldn’t wake her up, I mean, yuck!)
Anyway, by the time we were having coffee and dessert at a diner nearby after the gig, I could see that Kay was looking a little worse for wear, poor thing. WMW are very talented, but of course as would be the case in a dance club, the sound was loud, the lights were flashing, and with all the great stuff in it, and even with the above mentioned pain stuff … well, by the time we got back to the nest, I could see she needed some quiet time to herself. Even better, she told me so, which is something wonderful, I think: being able to tell what one needs so the other person isn’t left trying to figure it out, especially if the other person is me and a bit of a thick-headed lionessy type. So I got the book I am reading, and soon was reading it abed as my head had completely turned into a pumpkin by that point. I fell asleep, apparently, with the book still open.
Today should be a quiet thing, I think. Both Kay and I can use rest and relaxation. It is a true gift that we can find and get that in each other’s company, and really, that such comfort exists, learning our ways and patterns can feel like a special sort of bliss.
Yes, I need more coffee. Of course I need more coffee. And if Kay can point me in the right direction, later I shall go to a convenience store nearby and pick up cigarettes. Those are smoked in the backyard, where a variation on an Adirondack chair has been positioned just right for my comfort while engaging in that activity. I might walk down to the beach at the end of the street here; we stood yesterday evening at the water’s edge. The sound of the waves was the most beautiful sound I have heard in a long time, although of course later on Rosie’s voice and those of other members of the band who sang last night … but … in all honesty, the waves made the most beautiful music of all. They always do.