The Kid's Alright

So... over the last two weekends (since I wrote about the necessity of waiting) I have had wonderful, engaging, heart-filled weekends and frankly it's more than I was really prepared for.

On Labor Day Weekend I spent time Friday with a relatively new friend, sitting by the water, listening to music, resting and being easy, and I spent Sunday in Oakland listening to jazz, blues, and Lucinda Williams (that's Lucinda on the left there, from a picture on a new single) and having an exceptionally good time on my own.

The week following was a nightmare (of which I wrote last Friday) and that reality had a way of bringing my feet back to ground, only to - come Friday night - have myself whisking away onto the dance floor with aforementioned "new friend" to a Tom Petty tune in the midst of what felt like a weird channeling of a Sahuarita High School dance (there's a story in THERE somewhere, but it will have to wait for another blog) and into a whirlwind weekend that has left me shaking my head and going "What was that!?"

So here I am on Tuesday morning, struggling with multiple deadlines, facing into a mountain of work, looking for the way to turn that work into a life and basically basking in a state of stupid bliss.

While I was gearing up to hear Lucinda on Labor Day Weekend, I bought Are You Alright off of iTunes and it has been playing in my head ever since.

In answer to the questions of the chorus... No... Yes... Yes... Yes Yes Yes... YES!!!!!!!!!