It’s funny how many people emailed me after Tuesday’s post. Generally they wanted to know two things: 1) Has Mike been purged? and 2) Am I still in your rolodex?
No, Mike hasn’t been purged. We are definitely not together at the moment, but that’s happened more than once before. Something always pulls us back together, so who knows. Or maybe we’ve finally reached the end of the line. Stupid boys. I’m taking a break from all of them altogether for a while.
Are you still in my rolodex? Of course.
Later this afternoon I’m jetting off to Albany for a long weekend. My kids’ band, The Blackwell Sinners, has a gig Saturday night in a public radio-affiliated venue called The Linda. They, along with my son-in-law’s band, Red Haired Strangers, and a few others are part of the Roots Festival. There is almost nothing that brings me more joy than watching my kids play together! I believe their father (my first ex, Chris) and Courtney’s husband, John, are backing them up. Can’t wait!
Then Sunday is Courtney’s baby shower. Except it won’t be a boring-ass event where a bunch of women in floral dresses sit around and oooh and aaaah over cute baby stuff. No, this will be a beer-drinkin’ shindig. And boys are invited. (Boys aren’t really stupid—I was just kidding.) And there’s sure to be more great music.
This trip has been planned for a while, and the timing is perfect for me to get away. I can’t wait to get my hands on my precious grandson, Connor--the big brother-to-be. I’m glad I did all that purging; I could eat him up.
Yeah, getting away for a few days is definitely a good idea.
P.S. Thanks to those of you who came out for the "Meet the Authors" blogging panel last night at the Clark County Library. I love to talk to groups of writers, and blogging is near and dear to my heart. It's been a real joy.