stars and stars
not awake; not conscious.
Cover of The Last Waltz (Special Edition)
The Last Waltz played four times at a local theater this past Sunday and Monday. A friend agreed to meet me there for the last showing on Monday evening. After a crazy day, I still left in plenty of time, then ran into some of the worst traffic I’ve ever encountered in Albuquerque. Because I knew I’d be late, I turned on my seldom-used cell phone. Almost immediately, I was notified of a voicemail message, which I assumed was from my friend.
The traffic was too insane for me to try to listen to it, so I continued on to my destination, preoccupied by traffic, being late, and the waiting voicemail message. When I arrived, I found a parking place and listened to the voicemail message, no easy task in complete darkness (my car’s inside light recently stopped working). It was from a friend who is traveling and decided, for unknown reasons, to wish me a Merry Christmas on my cell phone. It’s a fluke that I got it.
By then I was definitely late and also preoccupied with wondering why she had called my cell phone. I got out of the car and started crossing the street. The lighting for the side streets in Nob Hill leaves something to be desired. As I was about to step up onto the curb on the other side of the street, some commotion to my right caught my attention–and the much-higher-than-usual curb caught the toe of my right shoe. Splat! Down I went onto both knees.
[Expletive deleted.] I got up, dusted myself off, and continued to the theater, now preoccupied with visions of being sidelined from walking, dancing around my apartment, and my twice-a-week strength training workouts.
awake; conscious.
As it turned out, we had more than enough time to chat, get tickets, and find seats in the theater. Once the movie started, I was fully engrossed. I’ve seen The Last Waltz half a dozen times, but never in a theater. It was definitely worth the time, the traffic, and even the banged up knees to see it that way!
I wrote about The Band a while ago, but didn’t come across this video of Van Morrison doing Caravan until recently. It’s still my favorite performance, but there are no duds anywhere in this star-studded film. I tried to contain the bouncing around in my seat. I guess the benefit of watching it at home is that no one cares if I get up and dance.
When I got home afterward and was walking from my garage to my front door, I happened to glance up into the sky. There was Orion rising directly overhead with bright stars and planets studding the sky around it.
I stepped out into the street and just watched it for several minutes, awake and conscious.
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As it turned out, I had no repercussions other than soreness from a good-sized bruise on my right knee. Methinks this is another benefit of regular strength training. Hint, hint. 🙂
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OK, NOW I understand what was going on. But I felt caught up even before I read it. 🙂 I’m so glad that the strength training is paying off in additional and unexpected ways. I love the change that physical activity makes in one’s life. OK, in mine and obviously in yours. 🙂
Yes, the strength training definitely contributes to feeling–and being–more awake, alive, and conscious. I’m hooked. 🙂
Music provides many benefits for me, such as bringing my mind back from aimless journeys or focusing on everything but what I am actually doing. It’s wonderful that after music woke you up, you were able to notice, then take the time to stop and appreciate Orion and the beautiful sky.