Dancing tunes
Sunday September 04th 2011, 10:35 pm
Filed under: Family,Food,Friends,Life

Saturday night, at about dusk when the UV wouldn’t be an issue, my husband and I wandered around downtown.

Meandered into the crowded Apple store. Inwardly chuckled at the (possibly Indian?) fellow who suddenly found himself at belly button level with my sweetie and jerked his head way up to see just how far to the ceiling this guy goes! Didn’t hear a friend trying to shout hi across to us as we were leaving, and he couldn’t run fast through all those people; he had to wait till today to tell us.

Applauded the apps and the Apple and walked away, for now, our wallets intact. I told our friend that and he laughed and said his, not so much.

Bought gelato from the cheerful (I have no idea what he was saying, but he was having a great time of it) older guy with “Croatia” embroidered on his polo shirt, with a fairly garish painted mural (was that supposed to be Venice?) on the wall behind him, a street musician at the front of his little shop asking for song suggestions from his foot-tapping audience.

Went into the still-breathing Borders bookstore. Everything must go. Including the Borders gift card my husband had long forgotten he had in that wallet he didn’t take out at Apple, well, will you look at that! Hey! Seeing the size and the weight of the bag he came out of there with, we decided it was a good thing we’d gone in there last.

But it wasn’t.  I nearly walked on by but Richard turned at the sound, beckoning/inviting me too, and it was like a baby boomer’s Narnia moment: we found ourselves coming down a beautiful new-ish walkway opening suddenly out to a courtyard where a band was totally rocking the most joyful rendition of Stevie Wonder’s “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thing.”

And I came home thinking…

And then today. I’ve met her, but whether I’ve ever heard her name I’m not sure; I sure don’t see her often. I think she’s older than my parents. But I saw her today, and she motioned to me and pulled me aside and reached out her aged hand to hold mine: she just wanted to tell me she love love loved my hair! She said it again. She just loved it. She wanted me to know that.  I was very surprised. (I did not by any means have great hair before that moment, but I’m easily persuaded.)

And I came home knowing…

All those years of wishing to be able to get back to my old pre-lupus life and the way things were? Really? I’m there.

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You’re there AND with great hair! What a wonderful evening.

Comment by LynnM 09.05.11 @ 12:00 am

And along with the great hair, with many more stitches and many more joys. Blessed be!

Comment by twinsetellen 09.05.11 @ 5:50 am

Goosebumps, Alison. Goosebumps (who actually is typing this with a new iPad. I succumbed.)

Comment by Afton 09.05.11 @ 6:34 am

“The opening of the heart seems to go far beyond love to an experience of belonging that heals our deepest wounds”
Dr. Remen

Belly button high — that would make a great book or movie title.

Yesterday we forgot Moo Indigo.

Comment by Don Meyer 09.05.11 @ 9:32 am

Oh, it sounds like you and Richard had a terrifically wonderful evening! Yay! A friend was recently diagnosed with acephalgic migraines (and not the wrongly diagnosed epilepsy or seizure disorder). With medication and diet adjustments, she too is getting bits of her old life back. So we celebrated at the Kenny Loggins concert in Napa last night. I’m so glad you were enjoying music, too!

Comment by DebbieR 09.05.11 @ 1:05 pm

So glad :-}

Comment by Diana Troldahl 09.05.11 @ 8:58 pm

This made me smile. A big smile.

Like this 😀
but not with typing!

Comment by Cathy-Cate 09.06.11 @ 4:16 pm

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