Northsider did a post about songs that 'follow' us. I've been thinking about it. I really don't have a song that's followed me, but the Doobie Brothers really could provide a sound track for my life. It doesn't seem to matter what song I hear, it always seems to unpack a memory.
His post got me wondering about the band and so I did some checking and discovered that they are playing outside Pittsburgh in September. I made a mental note to talk to Tim about that.
Like a great many of my mental notes, I promptly forgot about it.
Tonight Tim was fretting about our anniversary. "I don't even know what to do about that."
It's a busy time. I've got a 55 hour work week this week. We've got a garden to start getting in. We've got another project to finish up. By the end of the day, the very last thing we'll feel like doing is getting gussied up to go out and celebrate.
I said, "Hey. Do you like the Doobie Brothers?" (He did.)
I brought up the website and showed him. He read up on things and said, "Go ahead and get the tickets."
Things should be a lot less hectic in September, and by the fall, we should have a clear idea of how this covid thing is going to shake out. It feels like forever since we had an adventure.