Rant #3,394: i'm a Believer

Yesterday was a bit cooler than the day before.

It was only 93 yesterday, so it remained too hot for me, but somehow, the seven-degree downturn didn't do too much for me--

I was still hot as could be.

But I hear the temperature is going to continue to fall into the mid-80s beginning today, so that is a good thing.

I will find out later today about my future--or lack thereof--related to my physical therapy, but in the meantime, I did something that put me one step closer to normal, or to my "new" normal.

I actually purchased concert tickets for my family and I, but there is a story behind my decision to do so.

I saw this particular concert advertised late last week, and I thought about it, but I initially decided that I would sit this one out.

I simply do not know if I am ready to sit for a few hours watching a concert, so I crossed it off the list.

I then spoke with both a friend on the phone, as well as the head of the special-needs sports league that my son belongs to, and they both encouraged me to change my mind, for a variety of reasons.

The concert will take place at a smaller venue, one which is not too fa away from where I live.

It also has a minimum of steps, and that is what scares me the most--going up and down steps, even though I haven't had much trouble with steps, navigating them in my home several times a day--

But that is at home.

We are talking about concert venues, where there are normally staircases to navigate and people who want to get to their seats or leave when the concert is over ASAP.

Well, this place has a minimum of stairs, so it should not be a problem.

And the concert stars an artist who has been part of my life for nearly 60 years, one who i interviewed more than 30 years ago, and whose music I really like.

So, after speaking to my friend, it kind of got stuck in my mind, and then I spoke to the head of the league, and I decided right then and there to take the plunge.

The sports league guy has one good leg and one metal leg--not the correct term, but I can't think of the exact term to describe it--so if this guy is urging me to do it, he certainly knows what he is taking about.

Anyway, my first concert after my accident will be at Westbury Music Fair, or whatever they call it now, and we will be seeing Micky Dolenz, the last surviving Monkee, in what might be one of his final Monkees-related concerts.

I, of course, have seen him many times before, and he puts on a great show--

And if this guy, who is in his late 70s, can move around like he does with the energy of someone half his age, then I can manage to sit there for two or more hours watching him do his thing.

I noticed that ticket prices have increased since I last went to a concert there--two years ago to see the equally electric Tommy James--and now, you have to pay extra for an aisle seat, which I refused to do.

My family and I will sit in the middle of a row, and if I am uncomfortable, I can excuse myself and go into the lobby to stretch myself out.

And the date of the concert also made me feel better about the whole thing.

It is being held on December 14, which gives me a full five more months to get even better than I am now.

So the last-standing Monkee will help the still-sitting Larry, and I just know that everything is going to work out just fine.

If you are going, please let me know. It should be a nice evening, and I know I will be OK.

Honestly, if the concert was right now, I think.i would pass on it--

But with a five-month window to work with, I honestly believe I can pass the test and make it through, even if my leg tightens up a bit.

And I do feel that I am up to the task.

Hey hey!