pretty stinkin’ good day…

i am pretty stoked right now…went to goodwill and got a bright yellow evan picone peacoat (which i would post pictures of if my stupid pantech jest phone would let me) for $8…i also purchased my first pair of yoga pants ever…i hear they are the ultimate in comfort whether you yoga or not, so we’ll see…also going out tonight to hear a mostly female band called ‘me’ which stands for maneater…

right now i’m also hanging out with the son and his awesome girlfriend…sitting outside on a gorgeous fall day…pretty much a perfect day!

my plane better not crash tomorrow or this excellent day will have been for naught…

(especially since i’m going to meet up with a pretty cool chick (who i only know from her blog) for brunch tomorrow once i hit chicago…)

3 photos = supreme joy…

tonight, i am going to:

morris theatre...

morris theatre…

to see this:

my french accent sucks so i just go with 'les mis'...

my french accent sucks so i just go with ‘les mis’…

with this girl:

aidertots

not only am i beyond excited to finally, finally see the movie, i will get my first peek inside the morris theater.  it’s pretty new…built in 1937-40 or so, but at the time it was the cat’s pajamas or some such since it was to be an

811 seat theatre building that would include three large apartments, two retail spaces, a luxurious lobby, and all the latest moviehouse features of the day.

and also, too…

The stage was large enough for vaudeville productions and dressing rooms were located in the basement. In the balcony there was a special “crying room” according to the Tribune, where “parents of fretful children might take the youngsters and still be able to see and hear the show though other patrons will be undisturbed.”

sadly, the theater struggled in later years and either closed or was on the brink of closing (i forget).   a group of people formed a co-op, raised some funds and bought the building.  renovation and preservation is in the works…wish we could have done the same for our lovely, local orpheum theater

orpheum

orpheum -left foreground

it’s official…we’re effing old…

although feeling relatively good after a night of carousing (nothing that a kick-ass brunch can’t cure) hubbkf and i have taken it pretty goddamn easy today…i napped out in the sun while he chose the couch but that was the extent of our day…

after a supper which was a fend for yourself affair, we decided to throw off our loginess and head to dq for some ice cream and a ride through the refuge…kinda approaching old fogeyness right there…and we went in vanna…and listened to roger miller…for feck’s sake…i’m feeling ancient right about now…and pretty soon we are going to watch ‘longmire’ on a & e…gah!  we have a show we watch on sunday nights!  tomorrow i’ll probably fall and break a hip…

other things that are making me feel old right now?  the lower half of my body is screaming due to the sustained (hardly) weeding extravaganza of yesterday…i found out that truckers do not use cb lingo anymore…the sadness of that era being completely bygone was assuaged by the fact that cw mccall’s ‘convoy’ is now obsolete…but the brother in law thinks we still need to listen to it lest we forget terms such as ‘smokie’ and ’10-20′ and whatnot…(i think not and i swear, the next time some red-neck-hillbilly fucker requests it on the radio again, i will shoot it and then hunt them down for good measure)the day after tends to run to two to three days after…nearly everyone we hung out with last night was a good ten years or more younger than us…i drive a mini-van and i like it…yesterday i forgot how many cups of sugar to use for a pitcher of kool-aid…rogue facial hairs…the teevee told me today that after the age of 40, menopause is right around the corner and i will never lose weight no matter so i better order some amberen right now…

i love this:

much superior to the kenny rogers version…miller’s voice is so genuinely plaintive in a way rogers’ rasp could never achieve…i also love that it lacks rogers’ dramatic pauses…

but here he’s just being a dick…

and this is probably my favorite roger miller song…i happily discovered it tonight:

and one more…cause it’s gorgeous: 

if loving this makes me old, i guess i’ll take it…

…life is crazy

well, hubbkf made it safely, if not severely hungover, from vegas…all is right in my world again.

i’ve been doing some serious mulling lately, and yes, it does make my head hurt…life has been just plain weird for me for about the past year or so…but mostly with interpersonal relationship stuff of others’ design.  you can’t live in a town of 132 people and not experience some collateral damage…but as difficult as some of that has been and still is, recent events have made them look piddling in comparison.

the saturday before last, i was happily snuggling a six-week old infant, who’s mother is a young woman with whom i’ve had the pleasure and good laffs to work with in the past, at a bridal shower i was co-hosting.  the glow of the mimosas mingled with the heavenly scent of freshly bathed babby…and he is just the best babby…he was petted, patted, passed around, had his wild hair smushed down and endless ladies playing with his long fingers…and slept contentedly through it all.  the air was full of fresh promise and joy for our little sweetpea as she starts out on a new adventure…

and last saturday i was at the funeral of my cousin’s husband…both are 43 and would have been married 25 years in may…since he ended his life with a shotgun, there was no casket present…just loads of pictures, his hunting trophies including a massive buck and a bearskin…my heart still aches for my cousin who had been through so much with this man…his tween-aged niece played ‘the carol of the bells’ on her violin because he had asked her to learn it to play at christmas time…the rest of the music was equally heartbreaking, featuring two songs that were played at my brother’s funeral and at my dad’s…i could barely breathe i was crying so hard just thinking about the waste of young lives being taken away from us…my 22 year old son clutched my hand through it all…he is amazing…

i am so struck by the sharp curves of life right now…but through it all there was laughter mixed with the tears…with my closest family around me, we partied, we laughed, we cried, we made promises that we would no longer wait for a funeral to bring us together…i hope this is true.  i’ve discovered that i really miss being with my dad’s side of the family…i find so much of myself in them…and my kids.  after listening to my uncle (the widow’s dad who i adore) and my son shooting the breeze, i was amazed at how much my son is like him.   i’m a lot like the widow…in fact one of my aunt’s (whom i also adore) friends mistook me for her…but i’m also a lot like the youngest cousin, who instantly struck up a deep re-acquaintance with my son.  he will be moving to their neck of the woods in may, so they’ve already started making plans to hangout…

i wish i had something deeply profound to say about the vagaries of life, but i don’t…so, i’ll keep mulling it over and be grateful that i’m still in it…

…what to do, what to do?

tomorrow hubbkf  leaves for vegas…he will be gone for a week, so the question is: what am i going to do with myself?

well, first off there’s work…can’t get out of that…i have some minor book-keeping things hubbkf wants done while i’m gone…also zero fun, but must be done.

i also plan on watching the first season of ‘the wire’ since i will have the big tee vee all to myself…i should also organize this blog…and maybe come up with a plan/rhyme/reason for it…and work on my book…i have to quit using maxine’s indisposition as an excuse to NOT be writing…

i also have to work-out everyday…even though i no longer have to worry about fitting into my dress this weekend, i still have a wedding on the 21st to dress for…sigh…

i’ll also wait patiently by the mailbox to await the long anticpated letter from evil insurance company allowing hubbkf to go to the mayo…

i’ll also be making a solo bereavement trip…this has me a bit leery because i am not well-versed in metropolitan driving…i get lost easily, distracted by other vehicles and downright panic stricken…hey, i live in a town where we have gravel roads!  city driving…not for me.  but imma do it because, goddammit, i would want my family there for me…and none of the rest of my sibs or rents feel moved to go, so, overcome my fear and ineptitude i shall…*

i’m also going to start visiting more of the sadlies’ blahgs for more music resources…good music always makes me feel better, and just as my life seems to be in an imutable rut, so is my musical life…so, any suggestions?

*also…anyone who would bring me to forest lake, mn on friday night, drive me to the funeral and then back here…feel free to make that offer!  cuz, really i am scared shitless to do this…IF i ever have to drive in the cities (which has been only about five times), i usually follow somebody or otherwise hubbkf or number one son find me the most absolutely direct route to get there…so, yeah…anyone?

alas…

i have been racking my poor, martini-soaked brain to come up with something either witty or deep, but alas…i got nuthin’.  however, a few things i do know:

  • people have always thought things couldn’t get much crazier…
  • new shoes and spring time are two of my favorite feelings…
  • ‘lump’ will always be one of my favorite songs…
  • hubbkf has the patience of a saint for putting up with me…
  • i do love event planning and even though i bitch about it, seating people in the perfect groups is awesome…
  • if you’re lucky enough to be irish, you’re lucky enough…

not to borrow trouble…

yesterday hubbkf and i were in sioux falls again for an emg on his arms…we were hoping that that a good result would rule out any of the scarier possibilities of what could be wrong with the poor boy…

his arms show no muscle change or any other things…but, now the neurologist is sending us to the mayo clinic…he wants to rule out things such as als and is hoping that the constant fasciculations hubbkf is having is a ‘benign’ condition…but with all the tests so far not being definitive, accompanied with weakness in the legs, the doc wants to be very thorough…

so…more waiting and wondering…

those of you who know me, know that i am a blustery, bold sort of girl…not much gets my dauber down, but this really has me worried…of course als was my first thought when hubbkf started complaining about the fasciculations and all the while they became worse…but you always figure, ‘what are the chances?’

that only gets me so far because i also thought:
what are the chances my daughter is developmentally disabled and not just a little behind because of her premature birth?
or the lump on her back was cancer?
or that i was actually diabetic?
or that my brother’s motorcycle accident would turn fatal?
or that my dad’s cancer would surprise us all by changing it’s tactics and he would be dead by age 60?

i may be bold and blustery, but in a tiny corner of my heart, it hurts really bad…and i don’t like the feeling that i’ve gone down this road before…

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