My Weekend

I have arms that I can barely lift.
I have arms that are so sore to even touch.
I am a big wuss, it was proven.

Rick had to deliver the countertops that he fabricated for a young woman's kitchen.
His part time worker had the flu and called the night before. 
He had no one to help him. He couldn't let this woman wait any longer since he had already inconvenienced her when he hurt his back.
So guess who helped? Yep, me.

They weren't that heavy but they weren't light to me.
The most difficult part was that Rick is a foot taller than me and there were times that was an issue.

The home was a condo. So there were a great deal more obstacles and elevators etc to deal with. When this was done I was dirty and already sore.
He laughed at me of course.  I hate being dirty so at that moment that bothered me more.

Sunday morning I could barely lift my coffee mug. My biceps hurt to touch. 
It's funny really. 

The kitchen turned out fabulous. I didn't love the countertops she chose but she was so thrilled and she thought it was so beautiful and that is all that matters right?

And here it is Monday and I'm still store. I'm pathetic aren't I?

Last night I watched the Beatles special celebrating 50 yrs since they touched down in America. And boy how that changed the world of music.

I like all that I saw. I missed the beginning but it is on my prime time dvr so I can catch it tonight. I thought Alicia Keys and John Legend knocked it out of the park with their duet!
I was getting a real kick out of Yoko Ono. Man that woman hears the beat of her own drum doesn't she? Wow she is out there. But at 81 I hope that I can move as well as she does.

Speaking of age, Paul and Ringo look pretty damn good for 71 and 73 as well.
I can only hope.
I think Paul sounded terrific. 
Ringo should stay behind the drums but that has always been the case.
Singing is not his forte shall we say.
Everyone who sang a Beatle song at the tribute did a really good job. 
Pharrell didn't disappoint and wore his Dudley Do-Right hat again.
That amuses me almost as much as Yoko Ono getting down with her bad self in the aisles.

I wonder if in 50 years we'll be talking about someone in the music biz today that made such a huge impact on the world of music?