I've been using this quiet time wisely. Tim and I went to see Asia and Yes. This was not at all quiet, but it was great fun. Steve Howe looks like a cadaver, but the man can rock. Being with both bands, he played for three hours straight. He actually seemed to gather energy as the show went on, and he is a remarkable guitar player. I am not a big 'drum solo' fan, but Asia's drummer did a trick where he was drumming without his hand on the stick. The crowd went screaming nuts every time it showed up on the jumbotron. Although Yes had two new members, the sound was the same, and it was an excellent show.
We have company, so it is fun to reminisce and talk, quite a change from the months of coming home from work to an empty and silent house (Tim and I work different shifts). Cara is home and last night, I fell asleep to the sound of her friends gathered around a camp fire, chattering into the darkness.
Saturday, my old friend (maybe better to say 'long time' friend) Mary and I will go to a women's retreat.
Tim and I are building a rose trellis.
My shoulder aches, and the pain has moved into my arm and into my back. I wonder if this is simply my imagination. It is a strange place to be...anxious for this month to be done, to have the scan done, to know, for once and for all, what I am up against, but, on the same token, holding onto these golden moments, willing them to never, ever end.