another day at sea… fairly calm, and the horizon is like a very sharply drawn line instead of hazy today… whenever i look at the navigation screen that shows our position, i can see it gradually getting closer to the states, and it is so exciting! i can’t wait to see my babies!
tonight was our very last guest open mic night. we had a similar mix of spoken word pieces and songs… lots of fun, as always, though it was a slightly shorter set than usual because our headline entertainer’s shows ran long – which, i guess was ok since it was the famous wayne newton, and bob and i went to catch a bit of his first show during our 8 o’clock break. he is still quite the showman, though his voice is a bit strained these days... golden vocal chords don’t last forever! i’ll be psyched if i can go several more years, though, i might not want to do as many a wayne, however… i hope i’ll be writing and teaching in a college in some place bob and i have picked out to perch by then… i still want to play, but once my pipes are shot, i will turn off the mic, thank you very much… i hope i am also graceful about knowing when it’s time not to drive and other stuff like that, too… i have told nino to tell me point blank and to remind me that i told him to tell me…
my sets went well, and we stayed in the piano bar just past 11:30 . bob and i wished each other a happy anniversary after the clock flipped at midnight to the 24th… our 6th! such happy times to be able to share it together! we’ve known each other far longer, and i am sure being such great colleagues and friends for years before we ever dated is what makes our thing as good and fun and strong as it is… we’ve missed being together for this day the last couple of years.
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| this is us on our honeymoon in paris 6 years ago... we're still grinning! |
this whole second half of the world voyage, being able to be together has been a real blessing – you may think, oh yeah, tough life being on a cruise ship in lovely places, but when you are out here without the ones you love, it is melancholy underneath all the cool parts and it doesn’t go away. without your kid, you feel this psychic tug at your heart strings via your uterus pretty much continually, and you pray a lot that everything will turn out all right and that everyone will be ok… it’s been easier to cope with bob here for at least someone to understand and put their arms around you when it’s hard. i am always so grateful to have this opportunity, and i am glad we can live in a great place for nino to be near his friends and good schools, and i am grateful like you can’t imagine, considering this weird economy, that bob and i can both be lucky enough to play music full time and make a decent living, i just hate like hell being away from nino… i am so blissed out, though, thinking about being at home and normal neighborhood life and to be able to just hug him every day!
i know that as a musician, you have to go where the work is, and sometimes that is on the road. and touring like this at times for work has given me a very clear perspective of exactly what matters the very most in life – i’ve always known it’s my loved ones, but i know it in such a keen way now from missing it that i can’t take a normal evening on a wednesday at home with nothing in particular planned for granted ever again. that sounds like the best thing ever to me right now… and don’t bother calling in august or december, as those times we will all be home at the same time, i will be unplugging the phone, and i am sure i will probably be the most contented person on earth… i’ve been making the most of having some one on one time with bob at sea, and i am looking forward to making the most of having some one on one time at home with nino – we are going to have some times, bean! and i will be so very glad when we can all be together… here's some great shots of gimli that nino sent last week from his new camera... nice pics, bean!
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| action shot of world's cutest dog |
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| i like to think he's smiling thinking about being spoiled when i get back |
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