- She loves T. One of the first things she said to T when she got to our place was, “You are SO pretty!” She says my photos don’t do T justice. (Of course, it doesn’t help that T is constantly giving me the evil eye and flipping me the bird when I point the camera at her.) Within minutes the two of them were chattering like old friends. Let me tell you, there are few things more heartwarming than being in the shower and hearing Ronni and T laughing together like they’ve known each other for years. I am blessed. (And yes, T is gorgeous. I am not biased…well, okay, maybe I am a little.)
- Hanging out with Ronni energizes me. For example, my creative juices were flowing something fierce during the time we were together, instead of me overthinking everything. (Believe me, I am doing my best to hang onto that mental state.)
- She is one of the most grounded people I know. Her love of Disney, American Girl, and stuffed toys is perfectly balanced by sensibility. I used to have a difficult time imagining her as a mom. Now I can see it clearly. Aidan’s one lucky kid.
- You want to see the epitome of gratitude? Hang out with Ronni. Whether she was receiving a free CD from T’s saxophone teacher or watching a short performance from a human statue in Central Park, the gratitude she felt for the experience was palpable.
- Mischief and mayhem. ’nuff said.
I was pretty blue after we saw Ronni to security at the airport. I remember the days when you could go all the way to the gate with the person, kiss them just before they boarded, and watch their plane pull away. I miss those days. So T had to deal with a somewhat clingy Lotus the rest of the evening, which she did with grace.
After all of the walking I did with Ronni Thursday and Friday (especially Friday), you would have thought I would spend Sunday being a couch potato. Instead, T and I went uptown to visit Woodlawn Cemetery for the first time. The place is a historic landmark, with graves dating as far back as the American Civil War. A number of notable people were buried there, including some jazz legends. We visited the graves of bandleader Duke Ellington, master vibraphonist Lionel Hampton, tenor sax legend Illinois Jacquette, and drummer Max Roach, among others. I thanked each of them for their contribution to the jazz world.
The trees are in the process of showing out for autumn, so I was able to capture some of their glory. I uploaded a set of photos to Flickr, so you can enjoy the sights, too.
T is scheduled to go back to work next week. Let us hope those numbskulls on her job honor her doctor’s orders this time and work with her, instead of deliberately not helping her with tasks they know the doctor has ordered she not do. She tries very hard to work with them. May her loyalty be rewarded in kind, for a change.