Two weeks. Two trips to DC. 8 lovely hours in the van. 8 hours back. I hate my back.
There, it’s out for the public to hear. If you know me, I’m pretty upbeat and the original adventure junky but all this sit down travel is creating an unfortunate consequence. No position is comfortable and my lower back makes me grumpy. Take the occasional stop for gas and restroom break, (many restroom breaks). I get out of the van and can’t stand up strait for the next two minutes. Literally bent over like an old arthritic grandma. I am presently much more sympathetic to old arthritic grandma’s... I feel their pain and it sucks. What is this? I work out and except for road travel, I eat right. There is no earthly way to eat right on the road but that’s another post entirely. I shouldn’t have to put up with this yet. I’m only 68. Is this the first thing to go? Will my knees go next? Then my eyes? I’m mad at my body. Two years ago I did most shows solo and now I am happy to have my roadie, David with me. He, poor guy, has to put up with my grumpy back problem which makes me guilty and feel bad. But hey, that’s marriage-so enough said. Anyway. This weekend I’m driving this far back up to Reston, Virginia to be in the Northern Virginia Fine Arts Festival. It’s an impressive show and I’m in booth 820. It’s going to be a sunny, warm weekend and an excellent time. I will be strait up ready to see you all. Strait up! Promise.