sitting on the porch with Linda ... telling her that her husband's smile on Sunday made me happy. To put it into context, the men's chorus sang on Sunday - some rousing patriotic song. Whatever. But something nice happens in me when twenty or so good men do that.
But how I expressed it to Linda was, "When the men get up and sing, I forgive them!"
Then I laughed.
Then I said, "OH NO! Maybe I'm a groupie! That's why I like the men to sing~!"
ARGH~!That's it. I used to like guys in bands - guys who are musicians, in groups, with guitars and drums. Or violins.
Oh dear. Is that still me? Where are the guys my heart used to follow? It isn't a good image in my mind. I hope they are all insurance agents and not trying to be cool any more.
How bizarre, how bizarre.