Weekends make me smile.
This one’s done. It sure was fun!
Mondays? Not so much.
My hair is a fright.
But do you think I care?
My old clothes are dirty.
And I’ve nothing to wear.
But hey, it’s the weekend.
I’m full of good cheer.
Or should I say, ‘was’?
As I’ve just felt a tear.
My little pumpkin friend, just met her demise.
That rascal, the squirrel, thought he was being so wise.
But if he’d waited a week, he’d have earned the sweetest treat.
10 pounds of chocolate kisses, a prize he could never beat.
So I’d been thinking of backing out of my next ’50 by 60′ bucket list item.
Just let it go, I thought.
It’s scheduled for Friday night.
Singing karaoke down at the VFW.
With me performing solo.
Now I’m really having trouble envisioning my self singing, let alone the song selected for me by a friend.
It’s Rod Stewart’s classic, “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?”
And just in case you’re wondering, I don’t think so.
Anyway, I do admit my husband was a big fan of Rod’s.
But whatever possessed me to add karaoke to the list?
As I don’t particularly like to sing.
At least I don’t think I do.
And I don’t have much of a voice.
It’s more like a squeak.
And I doubt I have any ‘karaoke appropriate’ clothing.
Or do I?
Finally, being the center of attention on stage is just not my thing.
But before I sent a note to my friends canceling, one of them emailed me describing how excited she was for the big event.
So maybe that’s the point.
It should be exciting.
For my friends and for me.
And I know I’ll be laughing hysterically.
At myself, most of all.
And that’s a good thing.
I caught a reminder today of why having fun is so important.
I was sorting through Grandma’s old sheet music, listening to the radio, when two sad titles caught my eye:
“I’ll Never Smile Again” and “If I Had My Life to Live Over”.
It got me to thinking.
I’m still planning on smiling when the last train comes for me in my final days.
And I sure won’t be getting on board carrying any regrets.
Suddenly the DJ brought me back to the moment.
While proudly announcing that Rod Stewart will be performing here later in the weekend with Santana!
Hey, I wonder if he and Carlos are free to stop by for karaoke night?
I’m up for at least a duet for sure.
Either way, I’m thrilled they’ll be in town and the news inspired me to add yet another bucket list item.
First rock concert with granddaughter.
Should be a blast.
As she really loves music.
On the way over she can teach me the words to ‘Let it Go’, from the Disney movie Frozen.
And I’ll teach her the words to my favorite Rod Stewart song, ‘Forever Young’.
I’m the first to admit I’m an aging nerd.
And hopefully I’m chugging along nicely.
But there’s the matter of my ’50 by 60′ bucket list blast scheduled for Saturday night.
Number 27, I think.
I’ll be attending my very first rock concert (unless you count Donny Osmond back when he was six).
And I’m pretty nervous.
First off, I have absolutely nothing to wear.
It’s more like what do I wear?
Are tie dye shirts ‘in’ our ‘out’ this decade?
Would sensible shoes fly for an outdoor concert with no seating?
Then what about buying brightly colored beads?
Are they ‘hip’?
Actually, does anyone even say hip any more?
And there’s another issue.
Will I stay awake long enough?
My favorite Grammy winning band, ‘Train’, doesn’t even start until after 9:00 p.m.
That’s peak snoring time for me.
Finally, here’s the real kicker.
The lead singer of Train looks to be 20 years old.
Yikes, I’m old enough to be his mother!
OMG, I’m actually old enough to be his grandmother!!!!!
Maybe I’ll pull a Roy Orbison and wear oversized dark glasses.
Those ought to cover my wrinkles of wonderment.
So I think I’ll grab my schedule, tickets, and will pack my bags tonight.
I’m definitely planing on an early arrival at the platform come Saturday.
There’s just no way I’ll be missing this fast moving Train.
Grandma Greta met up with her Great Dane friend George today down at the old swimming hole.
I think love was in the air right below the flowering crab apple trees.
Greta was practically glowing.
“So what do you see in George?” I asked her. “Besides his 150 pounds of muscle?”
“He’s such a gentleman,” she replied batting those eyelashes again. “And he never steps on my toes”.
Good point as Greta weighs in at a mere five pounds soaking wet.
But I’m actually thinking Greta may be one of those ‘cougar’ types.
As George is only half her age.
I invited him to join us anyway on our weekly ice cream run over to the Golden Arches.
They were both so excited about sharing their vanilla cone and also the sign we saw over at the Lutheran church:
“Summer Weather Hallelujah!”
I’m thinking it could be one long, hot summer.
Maybe it’s because I do some of my best thinking when I’m putting one foot in front of the other.
At least I like to think so.
Occasionally, I’ll find ‘symbols’ as I walk representing solutions to something I’ve been mulling over in my head.
Take this weekend, for example
There I was walking in the country on Saturday.
Suddenly, I noticed a lamb standing over to the side from the others.
She looked like she needed to join up with the group.
Be more of a party animal.
Kind of like me.
I’m working hard at pushing myself to have more fun, as I’m not getting any younger.
So this laid back lamb in the pasture was a gentle reminder for me to keep moving on with my plan.
But how do I create more excitement, I wondered?
On another walk by the lake today, I found the answer.
In fact, a boat right before me shouted it out.
“Rock On,” it said!
Perfect, I thought.
As this aging, bookish nerd has never been to a rock concert.
Unless Donny Osmond counts.
And I don’t think it does.
These days I’m a huge fan of Indie Rock and the annual two day block party in the city is coming up with several stages planned, and some great groups lined up.
It’s a co-effort of an iHeart radio station and one big and beautiful old Catholic Basilica. The proceeds will benefit the continuing restoration of this Beaux Arts style building and provide funding for the church’s community outreach programs.
My kind of benefit.
I’ll try and corral a couple of fun loving friends to go, but I’ve also got a back up plan.
I saw on the concert website you can buy tickets for kids.
My spirited six year old granddaughter would find it heaven just to be there.
And boy, that girl can dance!
She may even be willing to teach me.
As dancing’s also on my bucket list.
Number 29, I think.