On the short but slowly growing list of the perks of living single is a new addition.
When people have an extra ticket for a concert, they invite you.
This is the second time I have gone to Wolf Trap in the past two months.
First was Catie Curtis, courtesy of the women of the pink house.
Last night was the funkalicious Earth Wind And Fire.
This ticket was brought to me by my favorite customer/friend Heidi.
Heidi not only gets weekly flowers ( what ever I want to do flowers) but was the foster mother of Lucy and Gus, back in the day when they were Sunkissed and Tony. Whaat?
And thank God I was with a cat lover and her friends when my neighbor who was recruited to feed the kittens couldn't find Gus.
She couldn't find him at 5:30, she couldn't find him at 8:56 or at 9:09. She canvassed the neighborhood knocking on people's doors and stopped my dog walking friends on the street.
No Gus.
We left the concert early and I was rushed home to find an anxious Sheila waiting at her door to help me look for the lost kitten.
I had to look no further that the front door as Gus came strolling out of the kitchen.
He clearly was sick with a hot little nose and bleary eyes. Well sick or high but for the purpose of publication I'm sticking with sick.
I can only take one loss a year. Guster needs to stick around.
Olga, who cleans the house every two weeks is proud to scoop him up in her arms and defiantly announce to anyone around her :" I love him".
I'm with Olga, I love him too.
After a night spent sleeping under the covers next to me he emerged bright eyed and raring to go at 5:15am.
I was not raring to go but I was unusually grateful to have a bed full of fighting cats and fur flying.
Love, get it where you can.
Oh, and Joan Baez and The Indigo Girls are at Wolf Trap next week.
Anybody got an extra ticket?
