1. I went to A1 Wigs by Tamara in Hayden, ID to pick up Mom's newest wig. I really like Tamara. She expressed deep admiration and love for Mom and asked how she was doing with sincere interest and a host of follow up questions and did so with energy, kindness, and authenticity. She told me about some of her struggles, giving me the chance to understand some of Mom's physical ailments in relation to her own. I wasn't expecting a simple trip to pick up a wig to be quite so electric and life affirming.
2. I made my last photo pick up at Costco (for this week) and then went to Capone's in Coeur d'Alene for lunch. I love Capone's. It's got a wide selection of beers. It's not a fancy place. Somehow it gives me the regular guy feeling of being in the Coeur d'Alene I remember from when I went to college in Cd'A and is removed from the fancier joints downtown and at the Resort. For beer in the middle of the day, a couple pints of Red Hook ESB were perfect and I enjoyed my personal Home Run pizza. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to enjoy more beer, take a taxi home, come back and get the car tomorrow, and enjoy being in Midtown Cd'A. But, alas, I needed to get back to Kellogg and so I left, relaxed and happy.
3. My niece Cosette plays drums and other percussion instruments in the Kellogg High School Jazz Band and the Kellogg High School Concert Band. Mom and I picked up Zoe and Molly and headed up to the high school and enjoyed a wonderful concert. Cosette was a rhythm king (queen?) and the students played some great selections really well. I especially enjoyed listening to the low brass, the baritone horn section in particular, and going back in my mind to 1968, 69, 70, 71, 72 when I played in winter and spring concerts. I couldn't think about how good I was, because I wasn't that good, but I could remember the feelings of how much I enjoyed my friends in band, how much we enjoyed playing, and how fun it was to bring music to our audiences. I'm very happy that I went to this concert for what happened in the moment and for all the memories I have from over forty years ago.
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