1. “What about everything?”
So, I saw one of my favorite bands, Carbon Leaf, for the second time in my life on Wednesday.
I didn’t take any pictures because the last time I brought my camera out in public someone asked me if I got it at Savers, but here’s a picture of me and lead singer Barry from April 2010:
This time around I was so much cooler: Not only did I speak in front of Barry, I managed to say, rather loudly, “that’s, uh…that’s the lead singer!” while pointing at him on the street. The other witness to the event suggested maybe I was embarrassing myself, but I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure Barry knows he’s the lead singer.
None of the live stuff on youtube does them justice, but here:
They are way fun live. And they ended one song (actually, it might have been this one) with an Aerosmith riff, at which point my soul exploded.
2. Stepping on fruit for fun and profit
On Saturday, I ventured to Glacial Ridge Winery to enjoy a Grape Stomp with Lacy. Lacy and I have a rule: we do NOT compete against one another. However, as a team, we kind of rule. I stomped, she strained, and we won fifty bucks! We are winners, and the local media took notice.
I also participated in some belly dancing lessons, and Lacy and I were mistaken for high school seniors. All in all, a winner of a day.
3. Just a little visit
There’s not a lot I can or want to say about September 11th that hasn’t been said before. As we came to the ten year anniversary, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids who will never live in a world where that didn’t happen. I made a promise to myself to start volunteering with younger kids, and I’ve signed up for one opportunity so far (more on that in a few weeks, maybe). That was the only thing I had planned, but on the day itself my mother invited me to hand out American flag dog tags to nursing home residents.
Every time I see a flag, I think about vets both young and old. I think about my best friend’s younger brothers who went from fighting with us over TV and computer access in high school to fighting overseas in the Marines. They get my prayers whether they want it or not. And I also think about my two grandfathers, both of whom served in WWII, and both of whom have passed away. So it just felt like a nice gift to visit with the many servicemen and women at the nursing home on such a day. I mean a gift for me; they’re already pretty aware they’re excellent (especially the 80ish man who asked me out; sir, you are adorable).