......Baby It's The Guitar Man.

I have found that one of the things that takes me away from all my cares and woes is music. I can listen to anything for a short time and know if I will buy the song or entire CD. And lets face it, is there anything sexier then a guy playing an acoustic guitar?


Last night I went to Rams Head to see Griffin House. I am always amazed at the art of storytelling musicians possess. A broken heart always sounds better with an acoustic guitar to accompany it. And we all know that every love song was written just for us.


The best part of last nights concert was the opening act, Matthew Perryman Jones. He was an excellent musician that until last night I had never heard of. In between his 3rd and 4th song the guy at my table shouted out a request. I thought, "Oh great!! Why do I always sit at the table with the Bozo". Anyway.... Matthew and Josh carried on a conversation for the rest of the show. It was great, and of course it was just a cover for Matthew to look at me for the rest of the evening. "My Blog, My Fantasy". Apparently the song requested had not been played or thought of for 50 years, so he'd do his best. It was my favorite song of his set.


Matthew had a gift of storytelling that went far beyond his lyrics. In between songs his rapport with Josh and the rest of the audience was charming. He told us about one of his songs being used for a television show. He gathered all his family and friends to watch, in his words, "This awful teeny bopper show", and he never heard his song. Did he miss it? Did anyone else hear it? Then finally in the last 5 minutes of the show the song came on, and started playing, he gets all excited about hearing HIS SONG, then 30 seconds into it the star of the show jumps off a cliff, the audience roared with laughter. After his set he came by the table and talked to Josh until Griffin's show started. I left with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

Warmer Climates

Luckily for me Tom dislikes cold weather as much as I do, so in November we headed to Orlando for a long weekend. Then in December off to Cancun. We were total tourists, snorkeling, parasailing and I actually took a scuba lesson. Our hotel had a pool that was 18 ft deep and was designed to look like a Disney attraction. All sort of faux coral and colorful fish. It made the scuba a relaxing and pleasurable experience, but I'm sure that was partially because I wasn't worried about Jaws swimming around the corner. We'll see if I take lessons at home.

She's Back!!!!!

I have no excuses.... Rachel and Sara with 3 children each seem to be able to keep up with their blogs, so even if I could come up with an excuse it wouldn't really mean much. Suffice it to say, I am now going to make more of an effort. I mean some people hang on every word I print, how must they have felt when the blogging came to a stand still in August. To one and all I apologize.

Now a quick catch up.

In October I biked from Charleston to Savannah with my friend Susan. The South is truly gentile. I loved Charleston, the homes, the parks, the history, all breathtaking.Beaufort was another charming stop along the way, but it was Savannah that sang to me. All the ancient trees with Spanish moss was like something straight out of "Gone With the Wind".

It was another wonderful bike trip.

Hike Much?

We are on day 4 of our trip and we are in the White Moutains of New Hampshire, and I pretty much want to sleep.

Tom crushed me in 3 rounds of ping-pong. Are any of you good at table tennis? That's kinda a pussy game ... don't you think?

I can kick major butt in Foosball, but ping pong not so much. Anyway we hiked our butts off.

May I just tell you I don't mind a hike, but when I have to lead and I am thrashing through spider condos, it is totally yucky. I could never date spider man, the webs are so icky, and you know there is a poisonous brown spider out there somewhere. Other than that, I'm good..

BFFFFF

Tom and I have truly become BFF's here in Maine. I have meet his Mother and oldest brother, and all this as friends. Have you ever been an ex-lover to your best friend? It's a little touchy, but if you work it right, its magic. A lot of my friends think I'm nuts dealing with all the nonsense that I have, but you know what, I'm okay with it. He makes me laugh, and when my plate is full I will push it away.

ACADIA

Okay! I have been to all 50 states and Alaska, bar none, is my favorite. I want my ashes thrown over Mulnomah Fall, Oregon. Kris and Kathy are in charge of that, and I mean from the tippy-top, Kris can do it.

Maine is yummy in the summer. The air is breathable, the sky is blue, and the water is cold and swimmable. It makes you feel alive, but I'm there in July. I do love being alive in July.

Maine Man

Tom and I had planned our trip to Maine long before the CC nonsense started. I told him if he had any intentions toward Sally, traveling to Maine with me would not be in his best interest. I told him this as a friend, that is what we are now, friends.

.....You Pull Me Back In

I can't remember when the last time I told you about where I was in my life. We all know when things are going well we can not wait to tell one and all about it. Tom is still a part of it, whether it be large or small. When last heard from I was CC'd accidentally by his girlfriend. OMG!! How in the corn bread hell did she get my email? Tom hasn't a clue? anyway... It was not pretty, but I of course rose above all the ugliness. Holy Moly... there was some ugliness. I should copy and paste so you know what I have known for some time, but Hell.. I know he'll love me sooner or later.. NOT.

Don't Be Afraid.

Why is "LOVE" so scary to some. I never worry about telling my friends that I love them. I don't think I've ever finished a phone conversation with Kris without saying "I love you". Life is short, love means different things. I love the sunshine, I love the color yellow, I love the smell of microwave popcorn. The Webster noun description is... strong affection for another out of kinship or personal ties. Holy Moly!! That would include all of Craven County, NC for me. Anybody who reads this post must list at least five loves.
My 5, in no particular order are (not counting Harper and Scout)....
1. Cuddling
2. Mac&Cheese
3. A good bike ride
4. Roller Coasters
5. Massage

I love all of you who read this.

Friends

There is no way one can get through life without making acquaintances.

I have so many that if combined it would easily rival the NY white pages. But then there are the special friends, real friends, that come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Aside from my 2 sisters my "REAL" friends are so rare I could count them on one hand. These are the friends that come into your life and leave you a better person. One such friend just came into town for a very short visit. Donna had just spent a week with her sisters in Nashville. In order for her to get back to Florida she had a 2 hour layover in Baltimore. YIPPEEE!!!

I have another such friend from high school, her name is Valerie. She is someone who I can be away from for 102 years, meet at a reunion, and never skip a beat. We knew each other long before e-mail, Skye,and anything else technology might provide. There have been marriages, divorce,children, death. We are friends, we listen, we DO NOT JUDGE. That's what makes us friends, and not God. I have often given pieces of my heart to people, only my friends have pieces of my soul. Kris, Kathy, Valerie and Donna have all my love.

Couch Surfing.com

About 2 years ago I was doing a bike trip in Vermont. It started in Burlington on a Sunday, and I wanted to go up a day early so I could look around Burlington a little more than the bike tour allotted. That weekend just happened to be homecoming weekend, parents weekend and every other weekend that Burlington had to offer. The bottom line was there were no rooms to be had unless you were booking for the entire weekend, which brings me to "Couch Surfing.com".
I had heard about couch surfing on a radio station that I listen to, so I thought "what the heck".

After filling out all the necessary blanks I decided to just go up the day the tour starts, and forgot all about it.

6 months later I got an email from a gentleman in Wisconsin who had a son at the Naval Academy, and was coming in for a weekend to see him, did I mind if he crashed on my couch. I just happened to be leaving the 2nd day he was here, so I said sure. Well this year his son is graduating, so he asked if he could stay again, this time with 5 other people. I'm just a girl who can't say no. David and Disa arrived last Sunday, his sister and her husband came in on Thursday, and his other son came in on Friday. Did I mention my air conditioner's condenser went out?

Taking It As It Comes.

I know everyone has probably been on pins and needles about Tom and my outcome. It's been all over the place. He wrote an email saying he didn't think he wanted the "Hot and Heavy" (his words) kind of relationship that I did. I wrote him back and said, "What a relief. Once again we are on the same page". Then he asked if I wanted to go bike riding. The bottom line is we get along famously when we're together, so why not just keep having fun together. Last weekend we repeated our Eastern Shore ride. Memorial Day we rode on the C&O Canal through Harper's Ferry. The guy that we got to take this picture, handed the camera back and said, "some one's in love". I said, "Yeah, we just don't know who with". After a beautiful day together we headed back to Tom's. After riding in 98 degree weather, I hopped in the shower, when I got out Tom showed me his portrait wall in his bedroom. He has a photo of his 2 children, his brand new grand daughter, his family which include his mom, 2 brothers and 2 sisters, and 2, not 1 but 2, of he and I. They are photos that I have put on the blog, but to be on his bedroom wall, Holy Moly. I guess I should have been friends with him all along. Oh! did I mention he has invited me to Maine in July. Go Figure!! I am just taking it as it comes, and enjoying every minute of it.

One For The Road

The rest of Sunday evening was spent watching a movie, 127 Hours, with the proverbial elephant in the room. Tom tried to consol me, but it wasn't working. I told him that if he still had feelings for Sally, I didn't want to feel like if he stayed with me he would have always wondered, would of, could of, should of, I am better than that. I also told him that they split for a reason, it may be nice for a week, a month, maybe even longer, but the problems they had before would resurface unless somthing was done to resolve them.
The next morning I had a doctor appointment, and then we were going to play tennis. I for one thought hitting a tennis ball with all my might would do wonders. Early Monday morning, 5:00am, Tom's cell phone beeped to alert him and me that a text had just arrived. Guess who? I was getting up to walk the dogs anyway. When I got back Tom told me the gist of the texting. Sally, "Want to meet for coffee"? Tom, "I'm not at home". Sally, "WTF", nice, huh? While I get ready for my appoinment, the texting contiued and I was only getting tidbits from Tom. Uuuuggghhhh.
Tom takes me to my appoinment and is alone with the "text-mess" for the next hour. Well by the time my appoinment is over, instead of breakfast and tennis, Tom doesn't think he'll be very good company, drops me off at home and goes back to Gaithersburg, and I'm sure to Sally's. I am crushed, and call my sister right away.