…that I had this past early winter:
1) Me and the one (lesbian) sister of my one (former) (assisted living client) with (disabilities) and I have second row tickets to see Paul McCartney at a smallish half-empty theater in town, and we’re hanging out towards the back with her girlfriend before the concert starts, since her girlfriend had only decided to come later and at that point that was the only ticket that she could get.
And, as we’re sitting there and talking, lights come up from behind the still-closed curtain, and you can see silhouettes of a band strewn about on raised pedestals coming through as music quietly strikes up, and as that happens, we both instantly stop talking and raise our heads and turn them towards the stage, and without even saying goodbye to her girlfriend, we just silently get up and walk towards the front of the house, to take our places.
2) I’m lying half-asleep in my bed in my bedroom in my little cottage in the one college town that I now live in, and my cat is lying next to me on the blanket and feels heavy there, so I shift positions and make it leap down onto the floor, where it runs around the room several times at high speed like a crazy person.
. . .
(I don’t have a cat.)
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