So last night Haze and a friend invited me to be their chaperon to a Cannibal Corpse (<—- only click if you’re wanting to see something HEAVY and LOUD and ANGRY) concert. It certainly wasn’t La Folia. My hearing is bad anyway (I’m 100% deaf in my left ear), but I’m like 50% deaf in my good ear today as well. I’m struggling. I hope it’s better tomorrow.
Today I talked to the gentleman that frequents Carol’s house across the street. I don’t know his name, and I couldn’t hear very well. He seemed to be asking me if I’m okay, because he noticed my car wasn’t there all the time anymore (because I’m staying at my folks). His face lit up when I tried to answer his questions. I’m not sure I understand why. I miss so much because I’m crazy. Maybe I’ll send this post over to Carol, so she understands my crazy better. I hope Dylan is doing well. Haze is still too young to be his friend again right now, but maybe in a few more years when he’s 18.
I wrote a good LinkedIn post about my take on music I don’t necessarily agree with for my kids. That predates the Cannibal Corpse concert by a month or two. I appreciated the music last might, because of the effort and the effect. There’s something mesmerizing about feeling your blood pump in sync with the blaring bass, as if it’s part of you. And of course I tried to bless the crowd with my “powers.” In my mind, I didn’t have much affect because everyone was mostly stoned anyway. Yes, that’s crazy Shauna talking again.
Everyone at the concert was kind, though. Looking out for each other in the mosh pit (told the children no mosh pit though, to be safe, and we were on the outskirts).
Today Haze is helping her friend dye her hair multiple colors. They seem to be having a good time.