Slowhand, Friends, Family

I went with my concert couple (a husband and wife who I have seen more than 50 concerts with, he was one year ahead of me in high school, an almost lifelong friend and I am quite often the third wheel) to see Clapton. The show was essentially a sellout, probably 20,000 people to see this legend. This undeniable legend. I have seen and met a few of rock’s pillars. I have met Sir Paul more than once and saw him in concert a few times, twice with our daughters. I told our youngest, who is a rock historian (my great gift to her) that while we watched McCartney sing “Let It Be”, as we sat in Lambeau Field, in Green Bay (none of us live there), it was like watching Jesus read the Gospel. I can go on and on, but my Rock Hall adventures are here on the blog, find them!

20,000 significantly elderly people filled Cleveland’s Rocket Arena. The Wallflowers opened the show and Jakob Dylan (Bob’s kid) even looked old, but they were and are great. As we watched Slowhand, performing a setlist that I would never have chosen, designed precisely to allow an 80-year-old to get through the show, I leaned over and told my friend we were not at a concert. We were at an appreciation. To be critical of the show would have been easy, but it was the ability for me to be in the same building and see rock royalty (the only three-time Rock Hall inductee) was the point of the evening. Very few of the aged crowd even stood up, if they were capable. But I got to see Clapton! See him in person! And for that, it was so worthwhile.

From September 6 to September 13, I drew income from five different sources. Between the movie shoot on September 9 to when I came crashing down on September 12, I may have gotten a combined 10 hours of sleep. I by no means am asking for any sympathy, I lay my life out here all the time here for anyone interested. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have all of these experiences, all of these friends, all of these amazing human beings in my life. Yeah, I have serious life challenges. But I have been blessed, and I have been dogged in finding, seeking, experiencing the joy that is out there! Stop being blinded by the media and the social media landscape, interact with people!!! Real human beings, face to face, rarely let me down.

September 17, 2025, Kandi got back out and she had an amazing experience! I recently talked about seeing a pickleball/neighborhood friend at the art museum, a cat-out-of-the-bag situation. Elise is a fabulous human being. I got dressed for my evening of pickleball and visited her and her husband (not more than a quarter mile from our home) on their fabulously new deck/outdoor kitchen (which rendered me a free gas grill, another story for a different day) for pizza her husband made in the outdoor pizza oven and me laying it all out there. When it happens, I love telling my story and revealing myself to people I know otherwise. I dressed for my evening’s pickleball matches and could not have been happier.

This was week 2 of my pickleball league and true to form, our opponents want nothing to do with me. They hit ball after ball at my wonderful partner, who is awesome, but if you pelt someone time after time, they will ultimately make an error. As we all know, I was there for the invention of dirt and the better player on the other side was literally not yet half my age. We lost two of our three matches. I was not pleased with myself. Have to be better…

This post was written on September 18, 2025. Our daughter, pregnant with our first grandchild, is being induced about a month early due to severe preeclampsia (high blood pressure). The same day our Mom had surgery for an exophytic tumor on her bladder. She is 87. Life…

Fingers crossed on all fronts. Kandi immediately took a back seat, kind of. See you all soon.