"Dear Prudence"

The title of this blog post has nothing to do with the content.  Saturday night we took several friends to see the Classical Mystery Tour at Symphony on the Prairie at Conner Prairie.  Classical Mystery Tour is a Beatles tribute act.  Dear Prudence is one of the Lennon/McCartney songs they played that night and it is one of my favorites.  (from The Beatles White Album, 1968)  

This evening was similar to the evening I described at an earlier concert.  The crowd was huge, the place was packed with Beatles fans.  Near us there was a table of people in their late 60's (I would guess) who all came in their tie-dyed garb.  They had tee shirts and dresses that were tie-dyed and the women even had flowers in their hair (tie-dyed of course). 

Much of the crowd spent the concert in front of the stage dancing and enjoying the show.  There was one elderly man (dressed like the captain of a yacht, complete with hat) who danced the night away with several women.  He seemed to have one lady who was his favorite dance partner and then other ladies joined him throughout the night.  Were they a group of friends who had attended this event together or were they just a group of people who found each other that night?  Whatever the circumstances they definitely enjoyed the evening.  There was another woman who danced alone, delighting herself and her audience.  Later a man joined her.  I wonder if those two knew each other or just met up and enjoyed dancing the night away to Beatles tunes.  The romance writer in me wants to think they were strangers who found each other on a summer night to the background melody of Beatles' love songs. 

I love to watch the crowd at a concert.  This night there were families, with young children all the way to seniors who probably saw the Beatles live (as I did).  There were probably people who were there at Woodstock, or who at least were old enough to have been there.  We had a wonderful time meeting up with friends and enjoying an evening of fun, food and friendship. 

The night was hot and sultry but the music was sweet and the dancing was lovely. 

"Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?"  (Lennon/McCartney) 

Summer with my Grandson

Recently my husband and I visited Nashville TN again to see our grandson.  This time we planned a four day visit over a weekend so we could spend time with him and give his mom a break over a time when his dad (our son) was out touring with Jamey Johnson.

The first day we spent it at the pool.  We swam, splashed, and he had a great time throwing everything in the pool so we could fetch it.  That included goggles, flip flops, shoes and sunglasses.  We drew the line when he tried to throw his beloved cowboy boots in the water.

"Ronan, No!  The water will ruin your boots.  Put them back in the your bag." 

He finally realized that we were serious about the danger of water for his boots so he did put them away as we finished our swim. 

Then we had lunch at Sonic and he had a great time eating a hot dog. (hot dog in one hand, bun in the other).  A police officer came to our area to eat lunch so Ronan struck up a conversation with him.  He also scored some tater tots from the officer.  He was so successful with meeting the police officer that he starting yelling "Hi!" to everyone in the cars that pulled into the drive in.  He did not understand why people were not trying to be as friendly as he is. 

We also spent one evening eating watermelon on the porch.  My husband and I had stopped by a road side vegetable stand and bought some produce including a beautiful watermelon.  Ronan loves watermelon!  We cut come pieces and ate them on the front porch.  At the end of the evening all of us were covered in watermelon juice.  It was delicious and fun. 

Ronan ate his watermelon and then finished mine and his mother's.  He was covered in juice and sticky from head to toe! 

Grandchildren are so wonderful.  I have joked that one thing that makes them wonderful is that you can give them back to their parents.  This past weekend during our visit I realized that the other thing that makes them wonderful is that with us he can explore and do things which his parents may not allow.  Is that not what makes grandparents wonderful also?