Night Fading

As sun sets I tend to snap pictures.  The dance of light and shadows has always fascinated me.  This weekend had much in the way of 'real' weather and quite a bit of rain.  Rainbows and thunder clouds.  All catching my eye.

Went with a friend to hear a band up north a bit.  She didn't want to drive by herself and had been assured we'd have reserved seats.  Many decades ago I used to sing in bands and we called what we did "cover band" - which means we covered other songs done by some famous folks.  Now they call these bands "tribute bands" and they do the same thing but get more money at the door.  The band was good.  They did spot on Eagles.  Weirdly was the crowd.  Many men well into their 50s and 60s with 'dates' around 25 tops.  Some dang near had price tags on their tightly clad bods.  As the drinks flowed the woman were more touchie-feelie with the older men.  That or they were slipped a stray hundred. 

The promised table didn't happen which worked out better because the band was pretty loud.  We sat back at the bar and watched.  There wasn't really a dance floor but as the evening wore on more of the crowd spun around and jiggled on the thighs of their dates (a sort of 'pole' dancing if you get my drift). Was amusing. 

Yesterday talking to my folks my mom said her best friend (who is 90 years old) was fading.  Her heart is operating at half normal and her lungs simply aren't working well.  She's at a home with her equally failing husband and they both have hospice care coming in.  My mom is naturally upset. 

And so begins the week.