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Destination known

When your car breaks down and you get there anyway:

“God’s way is perfect, all the Lord’s promises prove true.”

II Samuel 22:31


Meet and Eat

I’ve been counting down the days to see Queen and Adam at Mohegan. My sister has no interest whatsoever. Despite that, she meets him at breakfast on the way to Mystic. I always say the best made plans are unmade plans. She’s the person of routine in the family, yet it randomly worked out for her. I’m not the planner and I feel like I missed out. I guess my mystic would say ‘I’m down for the count’.

Queen for a night


My friends were all with Billy Joel tonight in my second home, Fenway.  I was here in my first, and only, home with Adam.  They were in Boston but I was in Kiev.  I was painting and Adam was delivering as usual.  I was happy to be in my own artistic corner of the world, spending the night with him.

It was late but I was motivated to finish painting my daughter’s room before she came home in two days.  You see, it’s this ‘crazy little thing called love’.  She’d been in Nashville for an internship and it had already been six weeks.  I needed her to know someone up here, in Boston, still loved her.  The room was currently an ’empty space’ but it’s ‘what I was living for’.   When I realized the painting must go on, I decided to play a recent concert while I worked.  My creativity was really heightened when I set up the Queen concert in the bedroom.   If anyone could have ‘stuck around to find my smile’ they would have realized I was more than happy to be in this venue.  

I was feeling like a ‘Queen’.  Whether it was the paint fumes, the guitar rifts or the drum solos along with it all, I was soon ‘radio gaga’. 

As I listened to Adam ask the concert hall where everyone was from – “Italy?”  ROAR! – “Spain?” ROAR! “Ukraine?!”  MAJOR ROAR!!  I realized that Adam was my world tonight.  It looked like ‘I’d found somebody to love’ while I painted Irish Linen.

‘I was ready’ and ‘hanging on the edge of my (stool)’ and was glad to progress while dancing.  ‘Another strip bites the dust!’  Hey! …and another one down – and another one down – an another one bit the dust!’  

I can hear my daughter now.  She ‘never meant to make me crazy’.  MOMMA!!  

I’d remind her that ‘life had just begun’ and to let me ‘carry on’.  

“But you’ve got paint on your face” and “you’re a big disgrace”!

“It doesn’t matter, Adam has ‘rocked me’!  ‘Time after time’.”  I’d laugh at the expression on  her face and add,  “I may have made a few mistakes but I am ‘a Champion’ painter, my friend.  I’m going to keep on painting ’til the end.”

My daughter would want her room painted but she’d also want me to go to bed – and give her a break.

“Don’t worry”, I’d say, “Dad’s asleep, I’ve ‘taken my vows’ and this is part of our life together.  He’s already ‘taken me home tonight’.”

I think she’d leave at that point, either shaking her head or thinking ‘Easy come, Easy go’.

The simple truth is that no matter what I’m doing when I hear him sing, Adam makes me ‘want to break free’.  I was ‘having a good time tonight’ and I was ‘having the time of my life’.  ‘I felt alive in the world’.  I was turning this room ‘inside out and floating around in ecstasy’.  I didn’t want her to stop me.  I was a supersonic woman.

I wanted this room finished. I was ‘under pressure’ with the calendar.  I wanted her home. ‘I wanted to live forever’ with Adam and Queen.  ‘I wanted it all’!!  And I wanted it right here, in our home.  

From the beginning…I was also Adam’s Eve

For anyone that knows me, clearly I wasn’t ‘Born to Be
Wild’. I also know that ‘A
Change is Gonna Come’. I’ve learned that
since being so taken by Adam Lambert.
Every Tuesday night I was ‘Feelin
Good’ and just about ‘Cryin’
watching him perform. He is the ‘One’. It doesn’t matter if you are gay or straight, ‘Black or White’. ‘Play that Funky Music’, Adam. ‘If I can’t have you’, I am married. Although, I did tell my husband, there are ‘No Boundaries’ now. It’s a ‘Mad