Came home from a walk to discover Dear Old Dad in the middle of a banjo lesson.
Dad’s chair ate a bracket wrench, Precious the Chihuahua piddled every time our guest petted her, I tried to help and we all wound up laughing and learning and sharing. This is what folk music is all about.
Hard day tomorrow. another MRI.
I started to worry about the test and the results and realized that none of it matters. You can’t relax and enjoy the jam session if you are fretting over the amount of time you have. Just enjoy the moment so fully that it seems to go on forever.
My insurance put the kybosh on the second MRI, so I will be safe at home writing instead of being stuffed into the Magnetic Cannoli of Doom.