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05/13/02 - Am I blue? Am I blue? ... No, not hardly! I’ve been singing the blues, and I’ve been listening to the blues, and I’ve been dancing to the blues ... But, I’m not blue. So when Ace asks everyone out there to raise their hands if they are blue, I politely refrain. The last couple of weeks have had a bit of a “vacation” feeling to them. The weather has been hinting of summer, and the “living” has been easy, finally. And what could be better than listening to blues outdoors at one of our local vineyards ... Magnifique!, or as Ace would say ... Right On! There we were on the lawn of Concannon Vineyards, My Guy and I, sipping a little Chardonnay, hearing The Cat Lady singing You can take my husband, but you better not mess with My Man ... We did a little barefoot blues dancing and bonded with the other wine sippers ... feel the love. That was Mother’s Day. For the last five years my favoriteist Mother’s Day present has been to have the house to myself, shew the brood away ... do a Calgon thing. But not this year. This year was spent in a more traditional way, and surprise, I liked it. My Guy took me, The Jock, The Kid and The Child out to dinner. My Guy is amazing! I had to keep pinching him to make sure he was for real, or at least to make sure he wasn’t in a coma. My brood has been somewhat of a barrier for me. But possibly, like rules, barriers are meant to be broken, or at least chipped away at ... Right On! |
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