I figured I’d go ahead and write about all the stuff that happened last week, when I was sick, but now I’m not so sure. It doesn’t seem as interesting when it isn’t fresh in your mind. I figure some of it is still worth mentioning though, so while I might not wax on poetically as much as I may have last week, here’s a quick re-cap:
2007 2008 (I keep doing that!) started out as a lovely day. The evening was quite enjoyable as well. Monday is our Family Dinner Day, where everyone converges at my Mom’s house and we all stuff ourselves full of delicious, home-cooked food. Ella had started out the night by running down the path to my parent’s house, gleefully crying out: “Nano, Nonna, Nano!” (FYI – “Nonna” is what the grandkids call my mom.) There were no major breakdowns during dinner and she had fallen asleep on the way home. So as I walked into our house, smiling, I was completely shocked at what had gone on while I was away.
Porter was sitting (cowering really) in the corner, and there was runny dog poop ALL OVER MY KITCHEN FLOOR! I didn’t want to wake Ella so I held my breath and walked past it, into the living room, and stopped. Dog puke was ALL OVER MY LIVING ROOM RUG! Not on the hard floor, just a wipe away from being clean. Oh no. ON MY RUG! EVERYWHERE!
I spent the next 2 hours cleaning up poop and puke. Then I spent the next three hours giving Porter a bath and combing out his hair. And yes, it really did take that long. If I ever complain again about how much my groomer charges, tell me to shut it. Seriously.
—On Wednesday of that week, we had a concert to go to. Every year, the company my husband works for, has this huge conference. People from all over the country (even some from other countries) pay a lot of money to attend. Why? I’m not really sure. Nonetheless, one of the perks they get is to go to a free concert held exclusively for conference attendees, company personnel, and their guests. Although, in my opinion, some of the bands they’ve had perform have made the term “perk” seem suspect. But this year they somehow managed to get a band from the 90’s, and not the early 80’s. (Does that mean they are getting more current or I’m just getting older?) We both like Collective Soul enough that we decided to go, and we invited my cousin and her boyfriend along as well.
It was fun but definitely odd. We managed to get ourselves stuck in the nosebleed section because I had forgotten my cell phone and actually had to find -gasp!- a PAY PHONE (how archaic!) in order to locate my cousin. That was a little disappointing, but not the odd part. I had completely forgotten about the atmosphere at these concerts because we hadn’t been to one in several years. No one dances. They all just sit there. Or, in the case of the alloted mosh-pit-area, stand there. I have never been to any other concerts where you could immediately spot that one person who was brave enough to stand up and shake their thing, amid a sea of stillness. Of course, much to Tom’s dismay, that person is usually me. Especially at the Huey Lewis concert – that music was made for booty-shaking!
This time, however, I mostly sat still. A little bopping-to-the-music here and there, but nothing that would prevent the people behind me from, I don’t know, standing up? That is until the last song. I just couldn’t let the entire night go by without some sort of merriment. Luckily Emily is just the person to have near you when you need to get down with your bad self. She was totally game and we both rocked out to Shine, a song that deserves to have hands in the air and hips bumping together. That last song alone made the entire trip up to SLC worth it, despite my feeling under the weather.
Okay, so I guess I didn’t pare down the stories that much. Trust me though, I had much more to say about the poop/puke experience at the time. Probably better kept to myself though.
Things are going smoother this week. Everybody is starting to feel better and that makes daily life so much more pleasant. Not only that, but all this week Ella has been standing in front of the stove (which has a reflective front) checking out her dance moves, grinning from ear to ear. This makes me certain that if she were to ever be at a concert, hosted by a technology company, she would definitely be that one person, shaking her booty, letting her light shine.