Cyndi Palmer: The good days get us through the bad
A Face in the Crowd
Have you ever heard the expression, “Surprises come when you least expect them”? Or the saying, “It’s always in the last place you look”?
Of course, surprises are unexpected or they wouldn’t be a surprise, and if you find something you’re searching for, you stop looking. It’s all common sense ” something
I wish there was more of. There’s no need to make things harder than they already are.
Amongst a loop-de-loop of rollercoaster rails, my arms raised high in the front seat of this thing we call life, I’ve had some surprising things happen recently. I feed off the thrill, but my stomach still bottoms out when the “car” plummets.
Grandma Clara, who inspired most of my culinary creativity and aptitude, had a good day. With three deaths in my family just this summer, one being grandma’s sister last week, my sister and I had prepared ourselves this weekend to be greeted as strangers through the eyes of her dementia.
When Aunt Sally (whom we used to sing Eric Clapton’s “Lay Down Sally” song to as kids) asked her if she knew who was hugging her, and she said “Of course, that’s Fred,” I knew my last remaining grandma still recognized me. It was a hard weekend seeing her in hospice care but great to know she still had her sense of humor (Fred’s a nickname from my dad, from my early days with very short hair).
As much as I was left feeling depleted from the visit, her grab-life-by-the-horns attitude reminded me to appreciate the good days we are given. Driving out of Denver as fast as law allowed (plus the few extra mph you can get away with), I dried my tears with thoughts of how monumental Friday night had been. As much as I wished that night could have lasted forever, with surprising new friendships shining like stars in the Fraser sky, I had to move forward.
The guys from Hunker Down and One Time created an evening that got me through those following days. The Pub was hopping and the Untamed was rocking where they played Friday night and the get-together afterward was worthy of filing for future uplifting.
The memories even got me through another surprise ” the weather canceling the Hawg Fest.
Music is a conduit of energy ” those who share it are a blessing, and this weekend is another chance to step away from the everyday. Great escapes include Tab Benoit’s golf classic and concert (Friday), the funky Holden Young Trio at the Pub (tonight), the Grand Theatre Company’s final summer performances, and One Time’s Matt Holliday at the Pub (Sunday).
Excitement is also building for the first-ever High-Altitude Battle of the Bands and Boards from 10:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., Aug. 30, at Hideaway Skate Park. Headliner is Runnin’ Wild, emcee is John Catt, and judges Larry Norman, Ali Grayson, Patrick Brower, Brad Pregeant and Tony from Runnin’ Wild will help pick out the best of the best from teen bands Yes We’re Open, Remnants of a Riddle, The Neighborhood Heroes, The Runaways, Fat Amber and A Sight Unseen.
Food for thought: “Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life,” – Berthold Auerbach.
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