Monday, May 28, 2012

Summer Begins, Matthew Visits, and Feist Sings

Hello! It's been a while.

Life is good. I am out of school for the summer. I'm working 25 hours a week at Converse. I am loved by an amazing Godly man, and a wonderful family, and awesome friends.
I've been sick this weekend. I got it from Daniel, Grace's 2 year old. I should have known better than to share my food with him and let him drink out of my water bottle, but he just looked so miserable and pitiful that I wanted to take care of him! That was Monday. Grace came over to help us plant a few rows of green beans. Daniel was feverish so we took turns coddling him while the others worked the garden. Saturday morning I started getting a sore throat and headache and then it just got worse with aches and chills and nausea. I could barely move, I felt so weak. No wonder Daniel looked so miserable.
Me and Pam at Milliken Park. (from Pam's blog)
But after 2 days of doing absolutely nothing, I'm starting to feel a little better. Besides getting sick, I've been having a great summer so far. I hung out with Pam on Sunday. It's good to have a friend to frolic with.
Monday I planted green beans with Grace. Tuesday and Wednesday I hired my young neighbor, Soline, to help me de-vine the front bushes and haul brush. Friday, Pam and I went to an Indian market, where I bought some Indian music videos. Those videos were the perfect thing to watch while I was sick, trying to stomach a little chicken soup and jello. Romance, dancing, costumes, and Shahruhk Khan helped me forget my misery. Saturday, before I started feeling really miserable, I got to study the Bible and pray with Kinsey at Chic-fil-A. She invited me to a cookout yesterday, but unfortunately I was too weak to go. Didn't even make it to church. Missed the church's Memorial Day cookout today as well.

Matthew's visit, stockings photos, and a video of Feist in concert after the jump.

Matthew visited three weeks ago. It was a whirlwind visit, but we had a good time. He got into town early and surprised me at work. A very good surprise. We spent some time at Hatcher Garden, and then hung out with Grace, Jacob, Cole and Amanda. That was a pretty zany night, between the girls giggling over our new stash of vintage stockings from the Nylon Stocking Society, and a late-night Krispy Kreme run with the guys. I forget how immature Cole and Jacob get when you put them in a room together. Matt seemed to get a kick out of them though.

Here's the ladies with Georgie. We dressed up to show off our new stockings.  
Matt & Georgie. Sorry, pup, you are no longer the handsomest.
The week before that, Bryant and I went to Asheville to see Feist ("Bittersweet Memories" video NSFW). It was very exciting. When we got to the Civic Center, we found out Feist had moved to the Orange Peel. When found parking behind the Orange Peel and walked up the hill to the front door, I saw the band buses and some cool-looking people chilling at the back door of the Orange Peel. Wouldn't it be cool if those were members of Feist's band, I thought. Next thing I know, a small, sprightly woman with long black hair and cute high-heeled oxfords pops out of the bus, and smiles at me as she trots across the sidewalk to the Orange Peel. I smiled real big at her. I was pretty sure I knew who she was. After we walked past I said to Bryant, "That's her! That's totally her!" and he was like "Nah, I'd recognize her." It WAS her. She was wearing those same cute oxfords on stage half an hour later.

I don't guess you can see her shoes in this video. But you can hear her improvising on "So Sorry." She was so...spunky! I wish I could describe the way she moved. I don't know if the video does her justice. She had this girlish energy, the way she would throw her fists up in the air and stomp around, and converse with the audience in a singsong, and toss off  fascinating improvised rhythms and runs like they were nothing. What a voice. It was a great show. Lots of pretty images and video on the big screens, and sparkling lights and effects, and the backup singers were having fun making up dance moves.
Feist and her ethereal backup singers
Bryant and me
Bryant and I had a great time. I danced like mad, of course. On occasion, I wonder if my gyrations violate social protocol to the point of earning a label like "socially inept" or "mentally impaired." Are you really just supposed to stand there at a standing-room-only concert? Is it only acceptable to "get down" once you are thoroughly inebriated? I think folks are just chicken. They wish they were having as much fun as me.
If you play music and don't want me to dance, sit me in a chair. Hmm, you may have to buckle me down too.

This has been a reverse-chronological ramble brought to you by Lydia. Until next time!

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