Driving to Purlescence tonight, I caught something on the radio that surprised me and I thought I’d come home and blog about it: a Beethoven piece that I’d always heard as a very solemn piece, very introspective, even slightly mournful.
But here, instead of an orchestra, it was a single piano playing, and the pianist was–playing. He was having a good time. Matter of fact, that left hand started getting jumpy, progressing to a full-blown pogo-stick effect. Let’s dance!
It took me a moment to get past my “that’s not how you play that!” response and sit back and just listen to what the guy was doing. And you know? It was really cool! It was very creative. I found I liked that.
So that’s what I thought I’d be talking about, about being open to a new take on things.
Well.
At the shop. Somehow the subject of blood donations came up; how, exactly, I didn’t hear. One woman said, Oh, I’ve been a platelet donor for some time. Then another chimed in, I do that too.
I had no idea you did that! I was exclaiming, Platelet donors saved my daughter’s life!
It was their turn to be surprised. It all suddenly became very personal.
And then, to the one who didn’t know, I told her, And blood donors saved MY life last January, and I told her the story of the man in the hardware store. (Looking back over the January posts, I see that I didn’t mention at the time that I’d lost half my blood volume before the surgery, and they had to replace it then as well as what was used during the colectomy itself.)
Every now and then I get another chance to tell a donor thank you. It was so cool. SO cool.
So yeah, I had this blog post I was going to write. But life opened it up into a whole ‘nother direction. And it left me wanting to just dance for joy.