(April 9, 2008)
We live in a small, private community and there is a centrally located area where we need to go to pick up our mail. (We don’t have mailboxes on our houses, or on our front lawns)
This morning, the weather was gorgeous; the sky was blue and the clouds puffy and white. I was in an exceptionally good mood, as I was returning from an appointment with my Hematologist, and I received great news about my health from him. (I had some issues with major blood clots nearly two years ago, and I’m still not back to being 100%, but today’s results of a $2500.00 series of blood tests couldn’t have been better, under the circumstances!)
On the way home, I took the half-mile detour to get our mail from our box, and I was singing at the top of my lungs to “Keep On Loving You” by REO Speedwagon. (Shut up. I love that song!)
I was driving on Whisper Ridge Trail, the CD player was blasting, and I was singing along at the top of my voice with the wind in my hair. I was thoroughly enjoying the day. I passed a woman riding her bicycle, going in the other direction.
I reached the mailboxes, turned the car off, and got my key to unlock our mailbox cubicle. The woman on the bicycle had turned around, and she reached me as I was re-locking the box and returning to my car.
“Are you all right?” she asked, looking concerned.
I looked at her as if she was crazy, and I said, “All right?”
“Yes! I heard you screaming, and I thought you needed help.”
I could feel my face turning bright red, and I sheepishly grinned, “Um… I was singing.”
“OH!” The woman giggled, and her cheeks flushed pink. I’m sorry! I just thought you needed something!”
“Apparently I do. I think I need singing lessons.”
She and I both laughed uncomfortably, and we waved ‘good-bye’ to each other, as she took off on her bike heading one way, and I started my car and drove in the opposite direction. (I went out of my way to make sure she didn’t know where I lived! I was SO embarrassed!)
I arrived home with the good news of the results of my $2500.00 Blood workup, and Joey was very happy.
When I told him about my singing along to the CD player in the car, and the woman on the bicycle coming to check on me, he laughed and said, “I could have told you that you can’t sing a note twenty years ago!”
Hmmm…. A stranger on a bike thought I was in pain, my friends always laugh when it was my turn to sing at Karaoke when we go out, (and I thought it was my dramatics that made them laugh, not my VOICE!) and Joey has been tolerating my singing along in the car for nearly twenty years!! (If that isn’t LOVE, I can’t tell you what is!)
I’ll never stop singing along to my favorite songs when I’m alone in my car, but from now on, I will make sure the windows are rolled up!
