I figured out the green bird was (in some whacked out way) supposed to represent my life partner. He's not only the man I wake up next to every day, he's my best friend of 26 years, and my singing partner. This last year has seen him make a few changes toward his health. It's been scarey for me to watch some of it. But I've been there He had all of his upper teeth removed back in October. Luckily the dental surgeon was COOL and let me scrub in, mask and gown and glove up,and sit right next to my man while he had this thing done. Neither one of us wanted him to do it alone, lol. We're all each other has in this world. Every tooth crumbled when it was pulled, so the dr. had to surgically remove every one of them. He did such an amazing job too, no swelling (which still makes me go WTF), no bruising, and he walked out wearing a temporary denture, and got a fitted one with soft lining a few days later. He gets the denture relined this Friday. If that was TMI, sorry. It's not something older people cringe over lol.
Getting back to the ream - the messed up green bird that was cut to pieces, a piece at a time, all the while acting like nothing was wrong until it was without a head. I think it was more, my feelings of watching my man get his teeth removed, my broken heart as he had to endure relearning how to eat (which he says was easy but I know it wasn't because he hurt bad for the first two weeks,I cooked a lot of mushy foods to make sure he didn't lose weight cause he's skinny already), and him relearning how to play the harmonica like a boss, and sing without a lisp like the incredibly brave, strong, and true man he is. And then, after we recorded for about an hour before bed last night, he told me, "I'm ready to get back out there."
HOLY SHIT, DUDE. He's ready, I guess I better woman up and get the gear packed up cause we're gigging way before I thought we would!
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