Lordy Lordy Wish I Just Turned Forty

I read somewhere that 60 was the new 90. So what does that make 60? The new 30? 40? I’m okay with 40. I remember 40. I didn’t have a belly hanging over my pants. I didn’t have all this extra stuff . . you know, the spare tire — with plenty of spare.

I remember the day I went to the gynecologist for a check up and I said to her, “I just feel so bloated. I keep walking into tables and doors. There is just too much of me.” “Hmmm,” said she, “Why don’t I send you for a sonogram to check it out?

So I went. But before I went I happened to see a weight loss ad in a magazine. And there in front of me was a before and after picture. And that’s when it hit me — all that stuff I have dripping all over my body — it’s a before picture! I have a belly because I am fat. I have all this extra stuff and my pants are too tight because I am expanding all around. Ahhh! I went for the sonogram and found out I had fibroids but, apparently, this has nothing to do with the shape of my ever expanding body.

I want to be skinny again. I feel like one of those sponges — the ones that are tiny and expand to full size when wet.

So we went to the Bell House last night. Very nice place. There’s a bar in the front and the concert is in the back room, the room with no seating. I thought we got there late but, no, the first band didn’t even come on. We sat in the bar and had a drink. I liked the way it felt — sitting — ahh, so comfortable, relaxing.

First band came on around 8:30. We went in and stood in front. Enjoyed the first band — full of energy, personable, and fun.– Jesse Malin and the St. Marks Social. Drew looked at me and said, “He (Jesse) looks like Rick Danko.”  I  was thinking the same thing. (Such a like-minded couple we are.) Anyway, band over, break time — we head over to the bar and sit for a bit. Ahhh, feels good. Needed that.

Alejandro Escovedo came on around 10:00 pm. We made our way to the front again. If I’m going to stand I at least want to see the band and not the back of some guy’s tall head. It’s always the tall ones that are up front! I felt good. By 11:11 PM I was exhausted. My legs were aching. My shoulder hurt. Every part of my body was aching except for, maybe, my face. By midnight I thought I would pass out but I didn’t. I made it to the end. I did survive and so did Drew. He even bought tickets to another concert in June.

Came home and took an Aleve. Fell asleep on the couch, could barely get up the stairs to the bedroom!

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