This is me and my bottled water.
The boil order was lifted in our town, we are personally deciding to continue to drink bottled water until the pipes and systems are flushed out, but I am no longer boiling water in order to wash the dishes, which was getting pretty annoying.
The end of the piano playing season here at J’s local gig ends Columbus Day weekend, if all goes as planned.
Labor Day weekend was absolutely nuts, the piano bar was packed to the gills.
Lots of fun.
On Saturday around 5pm, J says to me, “let’s do that song you know.”
And in about ten minutes, he learned “Make you feel my love”, a song I know the lyrics to.
Written by Bob Dylan and sung by many, some know it as a Garth Brooks tune.
I love it as the Adele tune.
So, I sang it and it went off without a hitch.
Hilariously, some guys at the bar knew it from “Hope Floats” and it makes me laugh that they had seen the movie.
At any rate, the end of the “season” signifies something I felt last year at this time when I knew he’d be gone for six months gigging out of the country.
Oh my, that was brutal.
So far, he hasn’t scheduled anything and yesterday, out of the blue, he got a call from a booking agent (who has booked him other private gigs in the last few years) who has tentatively scheduled him in four dueling piano gigs. Four of these combined, pays the equivalant of a month of take home pay of his overseas gigs.
And he’s only going to be gone overnight for each of them, over the span of four weeks.
One of them is local and my girls will be gone with their dad, so I get to “go-with”.
That still leaves the rest of the winter to plan for.
I will not stress or worry.
It is what it is.