I saw Bruce Springsteen in Columbus Monday night. It was amazing. Before I left, I had told my son, “If I can hear Incident live, I can die a happy woman.” I heard Incident live Monday night.
Six days later, it’s really hard to describe how intense this was. He had just done a bit about “the song you all voted for” and played Sherry Darling, which is a fun rocker. Then he walked stage left and gestured for a sign. Someone handed him a yellow piece of paper, which he showed to the band, and then showed to the audience. I was too far away to see it, but the cameras were on him, and so I saw broadcast to the big screens above: Incident, Please.
I started jumping up and down and screaming. Incident! In Columbus, Ohio!
It was amazing. The whole show was amazing. I had a great seat, which I finagled into a better one (unused handicapped seating, back of the front level, in a comfy folding chair with lots of room for a large person like me.) Plenty of room to dance. A guy sitting next to me who had seen Bruce 30 times to bond with. Rosalita in the encore.
I was barely able to speak the next day from the screaming and singing along. Well, I could talk down in the bass range, but I’d totally lost the high notes and most of the mid-range. I was better Tuesday night, and mostly fixed by Wednesday. But I’ll get to do the whole thing all over again in just three weeks.
I can’t wait!
Published on March 22, 2008
in The Fam.
My husband had an angiogram yesterday. It was all clear! No balloon/stent needed. It was a long day in the hospital for him, laying flat on his back (ugh), and he won’t be able to do laundry today. But it was such good news when the nurse came in and told me, “It was all clear,” that I practically skipped down the hall, off the the cafeteria to have breakfast before they brought him back to his room.
because there’s not much to say.
Hope did a post wherein she mentions cute road-kill (Hope=crazy!). That made me think of our common southern roadkill, the Armadillo. A Texas politician, praising the extremes of Texas politics, once claimed that in Texas, the only thing in the middle-of-the-road was yellow paint and dead armadillos.
This in turn reminded me of one of the good things people did for us after Katrina. On our way to the in-laws in Florida, we ran over an already-dead armadillo on the freeway, and it knocked our exhaust pipe out of alignment. For the rest of the trip, at a certain speed, the car was REALLY REALLY LOUD. It was frustrating; a Thing on top of all the other Things.
My husband went to a repair place early early the first business day after we arrived at my in-laws. After only about 15 minutes the car guy put the car up on the lift, looked at it, and asked Calvin what had happened. Calvin explained about the dead armadillo, and the guy replied, “Oh, so the ‘dilla did it! Well, we can get this fixed up pretty quick.” About thirty minutes later the car was down, and Calvin asked “How much.” “No charge,” the guy said. “You have a good stay in Florida, sir.”
He saw the Louisiana license plate.
In a recent primary-age lesson on keeping our bodies healthy, the Word of Wisdom came up. (For any readers not familiar, the WofW is, in a nutshell: No coffee, no tea, no alcohol, no tobacco. Eat healthy.)
The bit about tobacco came up, and one boy said, “My dad uses tobacco.”
Awkward silence.
“That’s that hot sauce you put on food, right?”
Collective sigh.
It was adorable.
This weekend I cleaned my desk and moved my stuff around. My DH and I had been sharing the desk; he moved into his own office in a different room a few weeks ago. I didn’t have a lot of energy this weekend, but I had enough to sit and sort, and to rearrange my computer stuff enough that I have a lot more space.
I should take a picture. I wonder where the camera is? Anyway, it’s really looking nice. I have a “play” computer in the family room that I’m supposed to use in the evenings, to get me out of the office and in with the family. I do that most nights. But this desk is so nice and spacious, and there’s no TV in here, so it’s quieter.
I have never fallen victim to the temptation to be working when I’m in here in the evening, though.
I think I overdid it today. Hard to imagine, since I got so little paid work done (just five hours). About 8:00 p.m. I felt sudden stabbing pain in my lower right abdomen. I laid down and that helped. Taking a pain pill may have helped, too.
I need to make a point of getting horizontal during my lunch break this week. I’m only expecting to put in 30 hours; a one hour break should fix me up.
I really don’t mind daylight savings time in the summer. Longer days are nice, and sunlight that lasts into the evening is great. The days don’t get as long here as they did in Ohio, so I’m up for the extra sunlight whenever we can get it.
My body is just not very good at adjusting. I’m not a morning person, and it’s even worse when it’s daylight savings time. The clock says, “It’s 6:45! Time to get The Kid up for school!” My body replies, “It’s 5:45 a.m. Leave me alone.”
Why Congress, in their infinite wisdom decided to EXTEND the number of weeks we endure Daylight Savings Time is beyond me. It used to start and end on reasonable dates that a person could remember - the first Sunday in April and the last Sunday in October. Now, it starts on the second Sunday in March and ends on the first Sunday in November. Who can remember the second Sunday in March? According to the internet (so it must be true) “Congress retained the right to revert to the 1986 law should the change prove unpopular or if energy savings were not significant.”
It’s unpopular. At least, it’s unpopular with me.
I’m going to see Bruce Springsteen March 24th. I’m very excited; I got a decent seat for face value because I only needed one ticket.
One of the co-owners of my company is a huge Springsteen fan, too. He’s really Republican, and pretty irritated at the political stuff, but really, who cares about that when you can see Bruce do Rosalita? Anyhow, Jeff (co-owner) and I were going to go to the concert together, but he can’t go because his kid is on vacation that week and they’re going to Florida or on a cruise or something. However, he’s all psyched about seeing him together, so he suggested I find a city with customer(s) where Bruce is playing on a Sunday night. We would fly in on Sunday, see the concert Sunday night, make a customer visit on Monday, and then go home Monday evening. I am to set everything up and he’ll buy the tickets :O
The only places Bruce is playing on Sunday between now and the European tour are Dallas Texas and Charlotte, NC. I’m really not too gung ho about going to either of these places, and have some other ideas for customers we could go see. But I think I may be over-thinking this. Perhaps I should just come up with a customer or two, ask them if they’d be open to a site visit by me, Jeff, and maybe a training documentation person. Pick in one of those two cities, even if they aren’t my first choice. And then see Bruce twice in two months!
My husband’s computer wouldn’t boot: Blue Screen of Death. The error was in a file SR.SYS but I couldn’t boot to get to it to copy a good one over the bad one. Enter Bart’s Preinstalled Environment Bootable Windows CD/DVD. I didn’t have a bootable Windows CD (stupid Dell) but I followed the simple instructions to make a bootable CD. I booted his PC from the new CD. The desktop was uber weird, but I was able to get to his c:\ drive and copy the bad file from his i386 folder to \windows\system32\drivers.
Shut down the computer, power on, fingers crossed, and voila! No more BSOD!
His hard drive has been flaky for months now. I need to get him a replacement. Back everything up, put in a new drive, reinstall the software, and restore the backup. But that would be a whole weekend, probably…and he’s the ONLY person I do free computer work for in the off-time except my kids and my parents.
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