Angel flying too close to the ground
We went to see Willie Nelson at the House of Blues last night and had another friend’s daughter come and sit with Tin. Willie is ancient. I guess I expected him to be older but not ancient. But that wasn’t an issue really, because he still played like a pup, but the problem was that we were with this crowd of people who were talking nonstop and that the House of Blues was not showcasing Willie’s vocals and so they were washed out by the instruments. He played his repertoire but when he got to Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground – I couldn’t help but think of my mom and Wolfie and tears just flooded my eyes. My mom the fallen angel and Wolfie the angel who came into our lives for a year.
We got home after sharing a burger at Buffa’s and I learned that Tin had his bottle given to him in his crib and I freaked. I couldn’t sleep all night worrying about him. For reasons unknown. Just everything. I worried he hadn’t been comforted with his bottle by being in my arms (or the sitter’s) and that he might have choked on it in his bed, forget about his teeth, even though that is the big concern about bottles in bed. But after the sitter left I went and took the bottle out of his crib and gave him a binky. Then I asked Tatjana to go in and check on him. And then we both went in and checked on him. I kept getting up and looking at him on the monitor through the night and had a horrible sleep.
Then I woke up this morning and realized I am a freak of nature.