Helter skelter

If you’ve read many posts this year, you know 2013 has been helter skelter. But the past few days it’s been helter skelter in the normal, crazy Lolly/Laura’s life way. And that’s a very good thing.

Silas is better, Mother is better, our upstairs is walled and painted, and ob la di.

Silas and John/Pop at Mother's for the family party.

Silas and John/Pop at Mother’s for the family party.

Grammy is in heaven with lovable Luke (and a mimosa) in hand. She's decided those great-grandkids are plenty to live for.

Grammy is in heaven with lovable Luke (and a mimosa) in hand. She’s decided those great-grandkids are plenty to live for.

I’d sing that for you, but I’m in day 2 of laryngitis following the Paul McCartney concert Sunday in Memphis. I promise I didn’t scream as I would have had it been The Beatles in Memphis in 1966, but evidently I did sing along a lot – and yelling was required to communicate with my sister (we were right over the stage in the nosebleed section).

The Cartwright girls had our first concert road trip alone together in 30 years. (The last time was Jackson Browne in Memphis when our kids were toddlers.)

(Sir Paul of course played Jude’s song, and as a dutiful Lolly, I recorded some of it for him on my iPhone.)

Saturday night we made it to Market Street Cinema to see The Company You Keep. (Nicely done with a few major flaws but stellar cast.) You probably had to live through the era to really appreciate the complexities, and all but one couple in the audience was at least John’s age or older. (That put me in the youngest three there, now that I think about it!)

Friday night we rented John Dies at the End (spoiler alert: not really), which we really liked, and I cooked like I haven’t in months. Normalcy.

I could do an entire post about the concert. Super fabulous. Realization of a dream and all that. I could do another about how it felt to know that for two-thirds of the people there, those songs have always existed – and that they have no clue how earth-shattering they were to those of us whose lives were changed at the first note of “I Saw Her Standing There.”

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