Life's a Stitch

The older I get the more practice I get moving on after accepting those “oh well” moments. Not a bad thing. We had twofer tickets to see the Producers tonight. I really thought I needed some therapeutic belly laughs, but some poor soul has needs greater than chuckles. There’s a “distraught woman” perched on the side of the bridge into town and traffic is backed up for hours. The theatre people graciously agreed to exchange the tickets for another performance, but of course, not at the discounted rate. Oh well.

I’ve had more than my fair share of stage entertainment recently. We went to that Pink Martini concert I talked about a while back. Their performance was breathtaking. Even the weird songs I alluded to, were better up close and personal, with a live explanation into their meaning.

On Saturday I had the privilege to see Judy Collins in a small setting concert. I saw her way back when, when she was 40. She is now 70 and as amazing as ever. How did Judy Collins get to be 70? The same way I got to  be 50+, I guess. She does 70 well. The audience was remarkable – not a person under 40 and white is definitely the new blond. Just look at Judy. What an admirable woman, having survived her only child’s suicide, and her own bulimia, staying positive and helping others.

I won’t talk much about the Vancouver Jazz Festival concert we attended on Sunday night, I won’t even mention the trio’s name in case their performance was a fluke. You know how they say, that after 12 minutes in a lecture, most people are drifting off thinking about sex? In this case I don’t think anyone was thinking about sex. They were most likely thinking about sleep. I, who some say have more energy than most, was thinking about knitting. Go figure.

Gracee’s been thinking about sleep today. She, and of course we, had an exhausting night of sleeplessness, having been visited by six spraying skunks right outside our window. I wondered if the mommy skunk was bringing her kits, one by one, under our window, and teaching them how to whiff out dog and spray. Guess they were here first. Oh well.