My Boys....All Of 'Em

I just finished a breakfast of a particularly outstanding example of Ernie's biscuits, topped with a little leftover Cuban pork, accompanied by a Bloody Mary with a side of coffeemilk. I perused the Sunday paper but wasn't really in the mood for hard news. Ernie read me appropriate tidbits of news (the Maine lobster population has dropped severely), Owen chatted about his strawberry plants, Leo smiled sweetly at me and promised to make me his famous brownies for Mother's Day. We've got some Atlantic cod planned for dinner. The air is soft.

I gotta say....pretty much all is right in my world.

Owen took this picture of his lone wolf strawberry plant in the middle with its new neighbors. He began singing Careless Whisper when transplanting one of our strawberry plants into the bed. When queried he explained it's because the two plants had leaves touching.....and it seemed kind of romantic.

I am deeply, deeply in love with David Olney and Sergio Webb. They are my sweet peas, no question about it.

Friday night was almost heartbreakingly wonderful. As we were getting ready my back was killing me so I called my beloved Teri and she arrived early and took instructions like, well, like one of my family. Huge hugs and love to you Teri---thx! A wonderful crowd, new and old, and the rain stayed away so we all could meander and sit and enjoy the overgrown yard. My food was so-so but people brought great things so it didn't really matter. And then there were my sweet peas.

David and Sergio. Ahhhh.  My guys. I don't know if any other house concert we have done has ended with people standing on their feet practically screaming in joy. Damn. That felt goooooooood. The sound was a little screwed up which tortured Ernie but didn't matter at all once it got going. And it just got better and better and better and better as the night went on. Red Guitar. Yes.

It's always a good sign when my friend Bob walks around the house emphatically stating the same thing over and over again. This time it was "Best Olney show ever," "Best Olney show ever," "Best Olney show EVER." And indeed he might be right. Which of course raises the question.....Are Olney and Sergio getting BETTER? That certainly can't be because they're already so incredible.... I don't begin to understand the magic of it all.

After the show my beautiful Mary King told me that she was wrung out...."he'd break your heart, then rock you out, then break your heart, then......"  She always gets it.

Yup.

My rule of thumb is that, the better the house concert is, the worse I sleep that night so I slept like shit Friday night thank you very much. Yesterday consisted of picking up a bit, gathering bottles and cans from the yard, sending the guys to get manure and soil and peat moss, directing them in dumping it all into the raised beds, planting seeds and sitting in the yard. Sergio moseyed over to pack up their van and hang out in the yard for a bit. David joined us and kindly offered to take us out to dinner. I had actually planned to make dinner for them....yet as the day wore on that plan had drifted away... We headed out to Big Grove and had an absolutely lovely dinner. I hugged them real hard as we said goodbye. We went back home and Ernie and Owen planted the tomato plants and cucumber seeds.

Yup.

My world.

All is right.

Thanks David, thanks Sergio, thanks all....