This post is both a brief review of the Postmodern Jukebox performance at the State Theatre for the Arts and a brief update as to my current condition struggling with cerebral palsy.
Monday night I performed well at work, but by the end of the night my right leg and hip were screaming in pain, to the extent where I grew nauseous. I woke up still in pain but had no trouble performing an upper body workout with my trainer, Dan, at Apex Training.
The teenager, recovering from last week’s ear infection, and I did some barbell bench press.
But on the walk home, I was struggling with function in that leg and pain in my knee.
I knew I had a chiropractor appointment with my beloved Nicole Jenson of Back in Line on Wednesday morning so Tuesday night, I called out.
Since the warehouse is encouraging people to take voluntary time off, I called out for Tuesday, took voluntarily time for Wednesday, in addition to the planned time off I had scheduled for Thursday.
The teenager had an appointment with a new ENT today — he put her head under a microscope, pulled out her ear tubes and gave her ears a good cleaning. More importantly, he explained all the different functionality of the ears.
The audiologist gave her a hearing test and she rapidly discovered— the teenager, not the audiologist— that her musical inclinations have allowed her to inadvertently fake the hearing tests at her childhood ENT’s office.
So the audiologist said that the teenager is a good candidate for hearing aids.
We had a leisurely afternoon which included a delivery of apples from my friend Joan who has tasked me with converting them into applesauce and apple butter.
And then… we (the teenager and I) finally embarked on our date, much anticipated by me. The teenager took me out for pancakes.
And then we headed downtown to the State Theatre for the Arts to see Postmodern Jukebox. #pmjtour
The amazing parking spot we procured had a three hour limit, but both the physical meter and the parking app would only let me apply 1 hour and 24 minutes. So, as that was set to expire at 7:23, I used the app to apply that final 45 minutes from inside the theater.
On the way there we passed Hoza, the new African/Zimbabwean restaurant downtown. Very excited to try it.
But the show— blew my mind. The vocals and musicianship was incredible, the costumes a delight and the arrangements of the music on point.
To see bits of the #pmjtour I shot, click here.
And at intermission, my lovely daughter bought me that Yuengling I’ve been craving.