Thursday, October 08, 2009
Touch of Grey
The Hubby and I spent the evening visiting with his mother at her retirement community. We had dinner from the buffet and then "enjoyed" an evening of music...yup, I said music. As in the Grateful Dead song Touch of Grey, we watched as the MIL and her peers seranaded us. Watching the stage as they sang songs from Cats, The Music Man and Fiddler on the Roof to name a few, I was struck by the many touches of grey that graced the stage. Most of the performers hobbled their way up to the stage with their little music books in hand to share their versions of many songs, an hour worth. Very brave some of them I can tell you. The director would lead them through the sets and then would carefully step down three steps to allow soloists to perform and sit and wait on a stool. The whole choir sat during the performance which I was glad as I didn't want to have to pick anybody up off the floor. Most of the audience were in the shade of grey catagory (actually I am too, I just hide it very well) and were up well past their bedtimes. One elderly couple caught my eye as they sat across the aisle from us. They had to be in their late 80's but what caught my eye was when he gingerly reached over and took his lady's hand in his during the concert. Ahhhh. A short time later The Hubby reached over and took mine....AHHHH! Yes, he still has it. The Hubby and I whispered about what the future holds for us in this realm. We laughed quietly and talked about the kind of music our generation would be seranading our children. Could we see aging tattooed ladies singing Katie Perry's I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It, Madonna's Papa Don't Preach or aging Harley riders singing Michael Jackson's Thriller. Interesting thought, don't you think.