At nearly three score years, Springsteen still has charm and charisma to burn, and burn it he does, giving 110% when he's on stage. I can almost forgive him for being an hour late and not apologizing.
Two seats down was a teen talking on her cell, saying "When Mom and I went to see Eminem..." Given the fact that this day would have been my mother's 76th birthday and that she gave me my love of music and was always listening to the cutting edge at the time, it was entirely appropriate.
He took questions and answers from the crowd, many of which were children, since it was a matinee. I'm sure they'll remember it and talk about it when they're grown-up.
They were delighted with my tiny house and my not so tiny kittens. They were tired of restaurant food, so we had a barbecue. It was a splendid evening of catching up and swapping stories and relaxing. They're the kind of company that helps you make dinner and clean it up and are pretty much just like family.
What a day!
After that the fun was over, arriving at SFO to pick up their rental Prius and make their long way up the coast to Seattle. I was sad to say goodbye, but so happy and energized by their loving and positive presence.
As I told a very pregnant friend, it’s a good day for good people to be born. I think her daughter heard me, because she popped out at home at 7 am today, healthy and beautiful. She was finally ready to meet the world.
The blinds are all closed and the cross breeze is not awesome, except for being awesomely inefficient, being that it’s 83 degrees in my little oven house. Time stands still in the hot twilight.
If it’s going to be that hot here in the summer, though, the cross breeze (or the myth of the cross breeze) isn’t going to cut it. I never had this problem when I lived in beautiful San Francisco, the fog and the Bay acting as natural air conditioners. I think I’m going to have to buy a real one.
I called the locksmith, who came over right away and changed the locks. He thought they were probably original, 85 years old, so no wonder they died. He suggested getting locks for the livingroom windows, which turned out to be the only room in the house that was lock-free. Not even a trace of ghosts of locks past on the four windows.
I can’t say I’m happy about the whole trip. Before you get all excited about the Florida thing, remember that I already have sun and ocean, and I'd have to travel 3,500 miles for more of the same. Plus uncomfortable work clothes and, you know, work. Not to mention the enforced work socializing thing, which is just plain weird.
A few hours later, a woman appeared at my door and said she was there to provide elder services. I have a birthday coming up next month, but I'm not that old. Not yet. I explained to her that I was the oldest person here and she must have the wrong address.
Maybe the recycling guy called her on me, like kids playing a prank on their neighbors by sending them lots of pizza.