Far Rider
Ambassador Of The Cataverse
That is F*ing beautiful!
Happy Birthday, Col.!
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Col Mustard
Ambassador of Perseverance
Well and so... 10-06-2022
One of the things I do around the time of my birthday is to take stock...
do an evaluation... consider alternatives... give thanks for all blessings.
I just re-read this whole thread. Thank you one and all for these good wishes.
My life has stabilized a bit now.
I believe I am cancer free at this time, and very grateful I am.
Most of my musician friends have resumed gigging as much as they can.
Many venues are gone, never to return. Some are attempting to restart,
but using only young musicians.
Why does this seem like a familiar nightmare? *smiles ruefully
I saw someone wearing a T-shirt that said
HISTORY
what, again?
REALLY?
I laughed and laughed. I told my Louise about it and she laughed too.
Here in the North Country she and I are attempting to make a life
after so much strain and stress, and loss. My brother passed away in July '22.
For the first half of 2022, I was focused on spending as much time
as I could with him. And I did this, and I was an important part of his care
during his last three months. Prostate cancer took him, the same foe that
I escaped by surgery. His case was more advanced than mine.
I am glad I took care of him, but it took a lot out of me. More than I realized.
Louise and I are recharging our batt'ries here in Oscoda as we watch
the season change.
In spite of being careful I actually contracted Covid in August at a family gathering,
and so did Louise.
Lucky us, we all had all our shots, so we didn't suffer severe cases of it.
I called my doctor right away and she prescribed Paxlovid for me
which curbed the effects of the virus. I got away with only a mild case of
this terrible plague which killed so many. We are both recovered now and
trying to figure out what to do what the rest of our lives.
We look at one day at a time, mostly.
I really appreciate the brotherhood we have on these boards, and also the
outpouring of support I see on this thread.
I did a few gigs recently! I'm retired from Mustard's Retreat, but still a participating
member in The Yellow Room Gang, which started as a songwriter's workshop
and blossomed into friendships, respect, collaboration on recordings and GIGS!
We played a coffeehouse in Birmingham Mi, to kick off their first active season since
the pandemic shut them down, and also played a "Community Concert Series" in
Hart, Mi where they usually employ Jazz and Classical artists, but the audience was
requesting that they broaden their menu. We nailed it for them. *grins
So out of angst and woe, jubilation. ...well, one day at a time.
But I feel appreciative, and am glad to be alive. Glad to be able to kick some butt
onstage again (which is what they pay to have done to them of course)
and glad to read all your good wishes.
One of the things I do around the time of my birthday is to take stock...
do an evaluation... consider alternatives... give thanks for all blessings.
I just re-read this whole thread. Thank you one and all for these good wishes.
My life has stabilized a bit now.
I believe I am cancer free at this time, and very grateful I am.
Most of my musician friends have resumed gigging as much as they can.
Many venues are gone, never to return. Some are attempting to restart,
but using only young musicians.
Why does this seem like a familiar nightmare? *smiles ruefully
I saw someone wearing a T-shirt that said
HISTORY
what, again?
REALLY?
I laughed and laughed. I told my Louise about it and she laughed too.
Here in the North Country she and I are attempting to make a life
after so much strain and stress, and loss. My brother passed away in July '22.
For the first half of 2022, I was focused on spending as much time
as I could with him. And I did this, and I was an important part of his care
during his last three months. Prostate cancer took him, the same foe that
I escaped by surgery. His case was more advanced than mine.
I am glad I took care of him, but it took a lot out of me. More than I realized.
Louise and I are recharging our batt'ries here in Oscoda as we watch
the season change.
In spite of being careful I actually contracted Covid in August at a family gathering,
and so did Louise.
Lucky us, we all had all our shots, so we didn't suffer severe cases of it.
I called my doctor right away and she prescribed Paxlovid for me
which curbed the effects of the virus. I got away with only a mild case of
this terrible plague which killed so many. We are both recovered now and
trying to figure out what to do what the rest of our lives.
We look at one day at a time, mostly.
I really appreciate the brotherhood we have on these boards, and also the
outpouring of support I see on this thread.
I did a few gigs recently! I'm retired from Mustard's Retreat, but still a participating
member in The Yellow Room Gang, which started as a songwriter's workshop
and blossomed into friendships, respect, collaboration on recordings and GIGS!
We played a coffeehouse in Birmingham Mi, to kick off their first active season since
the pandemic shut them down, and also played a "Community Concert Series" in
Hart, Mi where they usually employ Jazz and Classical artists, but the audience was
requesting that they broaden their menu. We nailed it for them. *grins
So out of angst and woe, jubilation. ...well, one day at a time.
But I feel appreciative, and am glad to be alive. Glad to be able to kick some butt
onstage again (which is what they pay to have done to them of course)
and glad to read all your good wishes.