Cyd loves Fashion Cents, the spiffy little $15.00 game recommended by my sister.

Nate’s little relationship grows by leaps and bounds, and I receive near-daily reports and am completely pleased for him.

I have become a fan of Flogging Molly, thanks to their little gig with us this past weekend. Bought the T-shirt, even! Complete with Irish accents and a viola (how often do you hear one of =those= in a punkish/rockish band?!), they are one of the most dynamic groups I have ever seen. Then again, I also am a fan of mrnorth. Though I missed their live performances for us during the time I was ill, their CD still inspires me. A Dublin group now crossing both major oceans, they are without a doubt the most lyrical band I’ve heard to date. If you like soft rock, you will like mrnorth.

The older spirit in me is really looking forward to our May 7th & 9th concerts with Kenny Loggins, but for different reasons. I suspect they are tied to my fight to remain 30 for the rest of my life. Something about songs like “House At Pooh Corner” make me feel young. On May 8th, the Symphony will present Toto in concert. I plan to be there, as it’s been a couple of years since I’ve seen Steve Lukather in action. He recorded, on Toto’s latest release, one of the most beautiful renditions of “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” that I have ever heard. I had to email him and let fly with the enthusiasm. It’s a pity they’re not working for us this time around, but ah well. I’ll be able to enjoy their show without having to worry about the labor bill. The last time I saw Luke we were working with mutual friend Nobu Maeda of Japan’s “Beach Boys” group, Tube, recording a single. Be forewarned: you need to comprehend Japanese to learn anything about Tube. Suffice to say they are wonderful people, a fabulous band, and good friends.

Friday found me in emergency yet again, suffering one of my now routine panic attacks in the middle of an exercise routine. When the paramedics arrived my blood pressure was in the area of 76/62, which is normal for me at that time of the morning but not during a full-blown exercise. Three hours later I was released with yet another round of “everything’s fine, you’re doing great, skip the strenuous stuff until you’ve talked with your doctor.” My heart is fine. My lungs are fine. My GERD is fine. The veins and arteries on the left side of my body are fine. So what the hell is wrong with me? Anyway, this has all led to my rethinking this decision to boot Cyd’s dad from my sofa. Should I really be left alone to deal with things while under the influence of this bizarre stress disorder, even though I know that a good chunk of the recent relapse is due to the fact that he is on my sofa? I so dislike quandries.

And then there is…him. Not enough to talk about, more than enough to ponder. Yet another quandry…yet another oddity in the life of Babs. I don’t know what to make of it, I don’t know where it will go…but he’s there, down this strange, enchanting road. I am delirious with uncertainty. All I can say is there are times I wish he were more like Nate — but he’s not, and I have come to grips with this. What he is, is heavenly. You’ll know when I know, I promise.

That’s it from the Ninja Doll for today!