Last night’s conversation with Anthony lasted into the wee hours of the morning, well beyond my blog posting. Don’t ask me why I was engaging with him…maybe I was intrigued by the challenge of possibly extracting a confession from him or maybe I was attempting to plant a seed that would change a terrorist’s mind from hate to love. What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time. I felt a little possessed, but I also felt protected.
Meanwhile, a new conversation began with another guy in California, a guy whom my now-more-honed cyber-street-smarts/instincts tell me is probably another poser. And I sent “likes” to another dozen or so guys, so we’ll see. I’m playing the lottery. (I am being careful.)
I slept in late this morning and then did something I’ve needed to do for a long time – I fumigated my house. (As well as fumigating my life, I guess…)
It took an hour to prep the house and then evacuate the animals. Then I evacuated myself to the local Fall Festival with no higher hopes than to simply distract myself for three hours. What I didn’t expect was to discover an awesome live band and spend $75 on their boxed 7-CD set. (No box, actually, just a couple of rubber bands, but a worthwhile [and very unusual] splurge for me.) They are a family group, Mom and six young adults (siblings and cousins), with a unique mix of bluegrass, folk and Celtic: lots of strings, bad-ass bass guitar and drum beats, and soul-stirring harmonies. I haven’t looked yet, but they say you can find them on Facebook and You-tube: “Link Union.”
It was restorative. It was one of the most enjoyable days I’ve had in a really long time, with a little sunburn thrown in as a perfect homage to summer’s end.
The animals survived, and apparently, too, some of the cockroaches, but the stragglers are certainly disabled, making them much easier targets. And I survived another day. I wonder what surprises tonight holds in store for me?
(I will repeat: I am being careful.)