Last month Son # 2 (aka Story Man, of the BBQ pit) texted to tell me he had bought two tickets to see Patty Griffin in Austin. And did I want to come down and go with him?
Hmmmm….give me a second to think about it……hmmmmm…..hell, yes!!!!
So I’m packing some shorts, t-shirts and sandals for the Texas heat (it is still 40 degrees here in Rhode Island, raining a little every day with no hope of sunshine) and getting ready to fly away.
Without Banjo Man.
But don’t feel too badly for him. He has a huge project, a makeover of a bedroom. He is going to paint a ceiling. I always painted everything, but my shoulders can no longer take the stress. So he’s on his own, with a long list of instructions. And a gallon of dark blue-gray-green paint for the walls.
It’s very exciting. I’ve wanted to do this for years. In fact, I picked out the color three years ago. And we still like it.
Along with Patty Griffin, I get to see my grandson and his parents! We’re having dinner together Saturday night. It has been many, many years since I’ve celebrated Mother’s Day with one of my sons, so this will be a special weekend.
Definitely worth getting up at 3 AM.