I never go to concerts. There is screaming, crazy lighting, you have to stand because everyone around you is standing. I find them overwhelming, and I just don’t like concerts even though I do like live music. BUT one of my favorite artists of all time, Loreena McKennitt, had a concert last night at the Taft theater in Cincinnati. I was so envious of those people who could go. Well, one day, I asked mom if she would go to the concert with me and she said yes. I picked the seats, plopped down the cash, and we went to a concert!
We decided to make a day of it. I got off work at 12, we went downtown around 2, and got there at 2:30. We were going to spend some time at the Contemporary Arts Center. There were hardly any exhibits, and I just don’t understand contemporary art. Some of it’s cool, and some just makes me scratch my head. I think we might have spent 45 minutes there.
We decided then to go to dinner early. We were just going to sit at the bar but decided to go ahead and have dinner because we were both hungry. We went to Nada, and they were able to seat us right away. The food was delicious. We had queso and chips. Mom had chicken enchiladas and I had cheese enchiladas. So good. I told the waiter that I was having mucho cheese for dinner. We only spent about an hour there. So then, we went to Graeter’s on Fountain Square. I got a sundae with black cherry chip and mom had black raspberry chip. We spent around 20 minutes there. That meant it was only 5 and we couldn’t think of anything to do that didn’t involve a lot of walking or being outside. Because it was burrrr chilly.
We went and sat in the car for a little more than an hour. I talked to Justin on the phone, scrolled Facebook a bit, and generally watched the parking lot attendant yell at people to park differently or to leave the lot because all the spaces were reserved. It was actually quite funny and interesting to watch.
A little after 6, we went and stood in line in front of the theater. A lot of other people were there doing the same thing. We were all bouncing around because we were all super chilly. I had a heavy coat and gloves on, and I was still freezing. We almost activated the handwarmers Justin had sent us when the doors opened.
Our seats were dead center in the balcony, and we had a great view. However, the seats were also about 5 rows from the top. And Taft does not have an elevator. There were so many stairs. But honestly, because we were so high, there were several seats around us that were empty so we could spread out a bit. And like I said, you couldn’t get much more centered than we were.
The concert was fantastic. Her voice and her range were amazing. There were only four musicians, including Loreena because one of her musicians came down with Covid. The music that those four musicians were able to make was beautiful. She played the piano and the harp while singing. That’s talent if you ask me. It’s like the ultimate pat your head rub your belly activity.
My favorite song by Loreena is the Lady of Shallot. She took the poem by Tennyson and put it to music. It’s such a beautiful piece. Well, she played it! There were tears. It was something I never dreamed would happen. Hearing one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists live.
It was a good day.
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Learned something new
Going back to my post from a couple days ago, I did what any self-respecting gen-y would do, I googled that shit. Apparently, old people can hear music that’s not actually there, though it doesn’t have to be before they die, and the person doesn’t have to be old.
It’s called Musical Ear Syndrome. Found on Bing: Being elderly, having a hearing loss, withdrawing, and being alone in a quiet environment are all factors that predispose people to hearing phantom music. The name for this condition is Musical Ear Syndrome (MES).
A little support goes a long way
My nails are a mess. They’re weak, they’re brittle, they split and break easily. I paint, bead and embroider so I am constantly beating up my nails. Over the weekend my husband encouraged me to get my nails done. I’ve always wanted to get my nails done. I’ve only had a pedicure a handful of times and an actual manicure like three times. But I’ve never had anything like acrylic nails.
Justin did all the research. He looked for a highly recommended salon on Yelp. He looked up the different offerings and helped me decide which would best suit me as a first timer. I made the call, but he literally did the rest. He even drove me to the shop and offered to go in with me to start. He helped me pick out a very lovely fall orange color. We had decided to do a dip since it is supposed to strengthen your natural nails. When he saw how nervous I was he decided to sit there the ENTIRE time. He kept me company, chatted with me and the technician. Sometimes, especially when I’m nervous, I have problems understanding / following instructions. He even helped me with that. It seems like a such a small thing, to spend 50 minutes with your wife while she gets her nails done. But honestly, it felt huge. I was so appreciative. Now I mostly know what to expect and I can go by myself the next time. I never would have taken that first step without him. Just that little support made all the difference in the world.

Overheard
Tonight, while walking through Barnes & Noble, I overheard a woman say to another woman, “well, you know how old people hear music before they die…” I really wanted to stop her and say “What?” I mean, do old people hear music before the day? Inquiring minds want to know. If you know, let me know, k? Talk soon.
Embroidering my jeans jacket. This will take forever 😂
Leaves
One of the best parts of autumn are the beautiful fall colors. I love to watch the trees change from green to orange or red or yellow or burgundy, etc. I love to watch the leaves fall and hear them shuffle in the breeze. And this love brings me to a memory.
When I was in elementary school, probably around fourth grade, I walked home from school by myself. Our city let residents rake leaves to the side of the road and then they would have a leaf removal once a week. Those piles were always so inviting. One day, I just couldn’t help myself. I walked through this big pile of leaves. Kicked them and threw them up in the air and just watched them fall. I was having a blast. Unbeknownst to me, the owner of the leaves was watching. He came out bellowing with a rake. Scared me to death. Handed the rake to me and made me re-rake every single leaf I had disturbed. That man put the fear of God into me, and I never played in the leaves again. Wait, that’s a sad memory… I must find a pile of leaves stat. Talk soon.

Fall Love
We’re a month into fall now, and it’s been fabulous so far. I love the fall. From the first of September I start celebrating spooky season. My Halloween clothes come out. I start decorating. I start eating candy… well, that never really stops. The joy that spooky season brings to people brings joy to me. I love seeing everyone’s decor and costumes. Though, I do get pissed at those people who poo-poo on others for wanting to skip to Christmas. Everyone should be able to celebrate what they want when they want without others shitting all over their fun.
Which brings me to November 1. Halloween goes away and Christmas comes out. I love Christmas. I love buying gifts for others, though not as big a fan of wrapping them. I love decorating. I enjoy bringing out all the decorations that I’ve bought over the years, as well as digging out the decorations from my mom and grandma, and in some cases my great grandma. I love the generations that can be celebrated. And this chubby little chick loves the food. I don’t usually start the baking till late December, but we make fudge and cookies and chocolate pie and anything else I can think of to make.
I love Halloween movies and I love Christmas movies, and for this reason I really enjoy the Nightmare Before Christmas. You get the best of both worlds. Also, for the record, to me Die Hard is a Christmas movie. This year I even bought a Die Hard advent calendar where each day a wee Hans Gruber falls a little further down Nakatomi Plaza. I won’t argue with those who don’t agree with me as long as they don’t try to take away my fun. Then we have a problem. Either I’ll be angry or more likely my feelings will be hurt.
Once again, this blog post has rambled through my brain and is now on the computer for eternity, as nothing disappears on the internet. Talk soon.

Cuss the whole time

I found this on Facebook, and I thought it was perfect. If this isn’t plucky, then what is?
There have been times in my life when I’ve wanted to give up and a few times I came very, very close. When your own brain is constantly lying to you, it’s so easy to listen to those negative thoughts. I’ve gone down that spiral so many times. I don’t know where I’m going with this post… other than your brain lies, don’t give up. And cuss the entire time. I do, anyway.
Proud
Yesterday’s blog prompt was “What are you most proud of?” I’ve been giving it some thought, and I can’t narrow it down to just one thing. The first is graduating with an MBA. That was a big deal. But that was also two years ago, and the hard work, frustration, and tears are behind me. They are slowly fading into the distance. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still proud of that accomplishment, it’s just not the one that comes top of mind anymore.
When ask myself what are you most proud of… I think of the Diversity, Equity, & Inclusion stuff that I’ve done at work. I’ve helped as a volunteer for multiple ERGs (Employee Resource Groups). I’ve planned virtual BINGO, and written newsletters. I’m a regional lead for the multi-cultural ERG. And then there’s the podcast. That’s what I think of most.
I’ve been a guest, producer, and marketing lead. I’ve seen this podcast go from an idea to a full-fledged podcast that can be found on Spotify, Apple, and Google. The growth of the podcast with the growth of the Pod Squad behind that podcast is truly inspiring.
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