The Concert

First of all I would like to apologize for missing the Second Star To The Right blog party put on by ...Fawndear...  I have never not done a party I have signed up to do and it was disappointing.  But my little mishap with my shoulder prevented me from taking pictures.  Be sure and visit all the other posts from the lovely bloggers that did participate though.

The concert was amazing.  If you can go VIP, do it.  We went to a pre-show party.  The band was very friendly and just lovely.  We got all sorts of goodies and we had front row seats.  I even got flirted with rather hard to R's dismay.

I have to say though, I was apprehensive.  They have been putting on concerts for 45 years, so they aren't young any more.  I was nervous that they might not sound as good as they did 30 years ago, or maybe they were simply burned out since this is their farewell tour. 

The opening act was Cinderella...another band that was popular in the 80's if you aren't familiar.  I wasn't that enthused to see them to be honest.  I used to like them until I had an up close and personal episode about 23 years ago with Tom Keifer and it left me a little sour on them.  Let's just leave it at that.

When they came out to preform, they sounded rather poor...and Tom's attitude didn't seem to have improved any. 

But when the Scorpions came out to play it was a world of difference.  If they are in fact tired of preforming, you would never know it.  They sounded incredible, they looked like they were loving every minute of what they were doing, and they really drew the audience in.  Their show was truly amazing, and I didn't want it to end.  I really did feel young again for one night.

The next morning however...I was back to being old again.  My ears were ringing so hard I could barely sleep.  I felt like I had a hangover even though I had only had one g;lass of wine.

R took me shopping in Denver and spoiled me a bit.  But despite the thrill of shopping, it took me two and a half days to completely recover my hearing.

After we got home on Thursday, my friend who had been house sitting and I went to see "Eat Pray Love,"  I wasn't sure I liked it as much as I thought I would.  I am not sure why.  She thought it was wonderful  Something about it left me feeling a bit bereft despite the happy ending.   I can't quite put my finger on it.

Later that night I pulled my shoulder muscle and haven't done much since then until tonight.  I finally forced myself to cut out two new pieces.  So...those should be along presently. 

Other than that, Verdigris will be heading out to his new home in Pennsylvania shortly. 

I hope you all had a lovely weekend!

Hugs, K. <3 

More Mouth Troubles

Books like "The Secret" would have you believe that you make your own luck by being positive. They suggest that if you have positive thoughts, positive things will happen to you. They also suggest that if you have negative thoughts you attract negative energy to you and bad things happen. Well that might be true to a certain extent, but I think sometimes things just happen regardless what your state of mind might be.

Saturday I woke up in a very positive mood. I hadn't gone 12 feet across my floor before I stepped down wrong and popped my knee out joint. I have never had that happen before, and I can tell you it hurts a great deal. I popped it back into place (which didn't really feel any better) and I was left with a pulled muscle that has had me hobbling around all weekend.

Sunday morning I woke up, and despite having a painful knee I was still in a fairly positive frame of mind. R had been called into work for an emergency, so I was on my own for lunch. I had just settled down to a lovely chicken, fruit and spinach salad. I ate one strawberry, and took a bite of chicken when I bit down on something very hard. At first I thought it was a bone, but I realized quickly that a bone wouldn't be rattling around like a chicklet. My next thought was that the filling they had put into my broken tooth from earlier in the month had come out. But instead what landed in my hand was my crown. It had just fallen off.

I do not know what is going on with my mouth this month. At any rate that left me with the gum graft on one side and the exposed tooth...or what's left of it after they carve it down for the crown on the other. That meant no solid food today.

I don't know why these things always happen on the weekends when you can't get to the doctor or dentist.

R didn't make in home in time for dinner so I had to limp into the kitchen to make tomato soup which I sucked through a straw. He kindly brought me a shake for later when he did get home. There really are very few foods that require no chewing. Hopefully I can get into the dentist tomorrow so they can cement it back on. The good news is that the tooth didn't break, it just looks like the glue gave way.

I am pretty sure I didn't bring this on myself. I think sometimes the universe just throws things at you willy nilly.

I spent my evening watching the Lost finale. Honestly I found it very unsatisfactory, but I was pretty sure it would be. I guess it was supposed to make us think and all that, but I think enough. I like TV to be a lovely, well spelled out escape from all my thinking.

To leave this on a positive note though...Agadeze was adopted today and will be winging his way to France as soon as I can stand up long enough to go to the post office.

Usually people hate Mondays, but I am happy it's here! I hope your weekend was better than mine! Hugs, K. <3