Gratitude

I promised myself that when I put this blog spot together that music would be my mainstay but not my all. It's the morning after Thanksgiving 2008 and I think I may have slept for about four hours -- half an hour longer than usual. So much on my mind -- so very much. Thanksgiving is a time when someone like me who prefers to avoid the telephone, can send a wad of text messages to friends and family to wish them the best. I received a phone call that shocked me beyond belief -- a call from an old friend whose music I loved and friendship I cherished. You know how life distances you from people you care about unexpectedly? Well the circumstances that reconnected us were unfortunate, but I was grateful to speak with him again and I will keep in contact this time around!

[I find it surprising that the family upstairs slept later than usual and their three small children aren't running marathons over my head (just yet).]

It's bright and early and if I were a shopper, I would be out in the madness going on at the local mall. But, I'm an oddity to women -- so I've been told. I hate shopping. I cringe when I think of going to department stores. I run in and run the hell on back out. Target used to be one of my favorite spots because it was an in-house dream...clothes, food and MUSIC. Now their prices are so beyond belief and the pickings are slimmer than slim. So, I'm shopping more online than ever before.

Hanging with my family is always an experience. I watched my mother huff and puff, while exclaiming that she was thoroughly exhausted but absolutely refusing to turn the reins over to anyone else. My sister is a comedian without a title. She's what you'd call "nice/nasty" -- she's got this outter packaging that she tries her best to make appear as though she's shatterproof, but she's cookie dough. Mushy and sweet! And my niece is a piece of work. I'll leave it at that!

I'm so blessed to have my family to turn to. We've all suffered through some serious health challenges this year, but we're still holding on. God kept us.

My son decided late in the day to hang out with his other relatives on the paternal side of his bloodline. I felt some sort of way but didn't want to hold him back or drop the guilt-trip on his shoulders. I was more concerned than usual because the terror threat in NY is up for all forms of mass transit. We are living in a wicked time, if you didn't know. So he trekked up to the North Bronx and then down to Harlem and who knows where he ended up with his father.

With my son being gone, I had some time to really feel 'all alone in this big space and not much to do with myself' in a great way. An overtly blatant reminder that he will be going off to college in a couple of months (if he stops procrastinating) and then it will be just me. I've got to start establishing firmer ties in my community so that I'll have even more to occupy my time. I need something to prevent me from going stir crazy.

I'm excited about tonight because I've treated myself and my mom to The Whispers and O'Jays concert. I can't say that I remember being in a situation to do something like this in quite some time. I also have not seen Eddie Levert live since the passing of Gerald and Sean. I hope he doesn't bring me to tears but I am so looking forward to rocking out with them tonight.

The Rugrats upstairs are awake -- guess I'll pop my earphones in close my eyes for a while.

Peace, blessings and cherish your family while you can!

The O'Jays: Flashback

The Whispers - Walter & Scottie (The Mustache Men)