Septuagenarian swoon

A few weeks ago R came to visit. He arrived on a Wednesday and we had a whole FIVE days together. It was so comfortable and natural that I forgot to actually hang out with him. I had classes, a few meetings, we went to a movie with friends and before you know it - poof - he's gone. His birthday was just a few weeks before he came out and I surprised him (and me) with tickets to see Leonard Cohen at the Chicago Theater.



It. Was. Incredible. This man is, what, 75ish? UnREAL. it was amazing. He sang for more than three hours. He returned to the set with not two or three but four encores. He played the classics that I know, sing and danced to when I was a kid - The Tower of Song, Bird on A Wire, Chelsea Hotel, Everybody Knows, Halleluja, I'm Your Man, So Long Marianne, Suzanne and many more. He wove some spoken lyrics throughout the night, which could make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up they're so good.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat, you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet, who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is, and all he was,
A thousand kisses deep.

Ugh. It was amazing. And he was such a gentleman. He bowed to his bandmates and to the audience after each song, making sure to take off his fedora. He introduced his band twice and they each got a solo at the end. For all the work, we gave Leonard a few standing Os.




The Chicago Theater is pretty amazing as well, perfect place to get to see a legend. But Leonard was the star so it's not right for me to even go into it.

Since then I've been all over Chicago, doing a story about a garden on the South Side and taking classes downtown and in Evanston. The spring has FINALLY come and the trees are no longer bare but budding and fantastically all shades of green.

While down at the garden I got sucked into the growing season and bought myself a tomato plant. yes! it's a little guy, barely a stem and a few leaves but it's got a good vibe, I can tell. It's sitting still in its little red keg cup out on my faux ledge waiting for that streak of 4pm sun that graces my west-facing wall. I have to get it a proper home and some other things I'm sure (already this is proving to be more high maintenance than a not so much green but inked-thumbed girl can handle). I have named it Margarita - I hoped the name would inspire it to fulfill its yummy future.

Oh yeah, and I may have killed my virtual chia pet. Right. I can't even get a real one. It's a widget on my laptop and all it needed was a little water (click the giant water drop) and the occasional hair cut (click the red and blue sign). But, no. It seemed to be too much for me. Fear not. I got another. And it's going to be awesome.

That is all. For now.
xoxoL