sudden insight

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.