I’m no fan of popular music anymore, but I once was. Yesterday, I happened on the Norwegian signer in this video. I watched several of his videos. He can shred a guitar as well as anybody, but his talent at re-interpreting songs, and his beautiful clear voice are the skills that amaze me. Just listen to this rendition of Bruce Springsteen’s Dancing in the Dark!
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Tuesday was a surprise. By the time the sun came up, the sky had cleared and so our morning walk was lovely. We walked in the 707 because I knew that we’d be walking at Drumbeg mid-day after my Covid shot. When we came home from out walk, I got busy online searching for shoes with open backs because my foot is hurting so much when I walk.
While I was walking, my watch started vibrating. When I looked at it, I could hear Steve talking to me, so I got my phone out of my pocket and FaceTimed with him as Her Highness and I walked the trails of the 707. What a blast, but as I walked and my hand got colder and colder while I was talking to Steve in Palm Springs. He was in a light short-sleeved shirt and tanned, and as we talked I could hear the birds chirping like mad in the orange tree in Michael’s beautiful garden. Steve is staying at our friend Michael’s house.
I wanted to clean the courtyard when we came home, but I don’t want to be on my feet working until the new shoes come. It turned out to be good that I stayed indoors because St. Paul’s pharmacy called to respond to my message about being freaked out by a lack of delivery last time. This time, the caller was much more committed to my wellbeing. She texted me a consent form, I replied affirmatively, and now I am linked to the pharmacy by text. If I ever have another problem, I can text instead of panicking.
Shortly after the call ended, it was time to go to our Community Hall for my Covid and Flu shots. It was a slow process, but friendly and uneventful except for one thing: Just as I got my shot and was heading to the chairs to sit and make sure that I didn’t have a bad reaction, Sheba came through the doors and went ape shit when she found me.
I chose to leave with her. No one was troubled by her being there. In fact, everyone thought she was beautiful. But we hurried to the car, and a side door was open. I must have pressed the door-opening button on my fob by mistake. We took off for Drumbeg under cloudy and ominous skies and walked in 9° and humid air that chilled to the bone. There was a breeze coming off the sea.
Then home to heat, food and peace and quiet for the afternoon. Not long after getting home, Pete came by. He proposed that we have lunch together today, and I was thrilled to accept. He is the finest of men; how could I not be delighted to lunch with him?
And speaking of fine men. I got the nicest email from Aidan this morning. He has watched the video of my performance at the monologue festival. His email was a treasure for me. We have some kind of mutual admiration society happening between us. These people, my dear long-time friends, Pete and Aidan, they are the best thing about being alive. Friendships with these miraculous people heal my soul.
It rained overnight. The deck and courtyard area I cleared of needles yesterday is covered once again in the brown Fir needles that drive me crazy. We’re walking with our friends this fine wet morning and then going to GIRO (our recycling centre) and then to Ground Up for lunch with Pete.
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