Okay. :) And we'll stand far enough away from you to get the full effect of your tongue! (That's Angel, one of the Maryland Zoo's giraffes you can feed.)It was nice to take friends to the zoo last week.
And tonight I got to go to a Kathy Mattea concert. Remember her? I'd almost forgotten how very much I like country music (I know some of you are cringing...but I've just got to be honest here.) She had a wonderful band with acoustic bass, lead guitar, an Irish fiddle & mandolin player, and herself on rhythm guitar. I was one big grin.
I can't believe I remembered all the lyrics to the refrain of this one. I belted it out shamelessly--almost as shamelessly as I sported the same perm & shoulder pads Kathy wears in this video:
And I totally bawled my eyes out while she sang this one. (The band in the video is the same one I heard tonight.) I remember crying to it in my 20's. Twenty years later, I'm an even bigger blubbering idiot. It's Kathy Mattea's true story of her husband's grandparents. Somehow it struck a nerve, too, that my sister-in-law Courtney was, while I was at the concert, at her father's bedside. He has Alzheimer's, and his mind is forgetting how to tell his body to work. She & Jon & the kids & her family are all with him this weekend. You can read her tender thoughts about being the daughter of man with premature Alzheimer's here.
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