Friday, April 17, 2009
I was one of those girls, last night, who stood up with arms up high, clapping and swaying and shouting the lyrics with chill bumps. I saw Bruce Springsteen last night in a big, ole rock n roll concert here in Los Angeles. I don't think I've been to one of those in twenty or more years and I've never seen Bruce.
It was awesome.
The image that stays with me is looking down on the hundreds of people on the floor, their arms and hands reaching high above their heads, waving in unison, pale in the light like glow-worms or the necks of swans or I don't know what. It was surreal and lovely and wild all at once.
Here's a video of one of my favorite songs that he played. This is from a long time ago but it's so, so sweet:
And thank God I had it today to lean on because I got the update on The Girl's EEG. Not good. We're looking at a recurrence of the big, bad syndrome that Sophie developed over four years ago. I'm not in the mood for details right now so just say a prayer.
All will be well. We've got a plan -- I just need to draw on those ever shrinking reserves and carry on.