Maggie's Day 60 of Discovering Love in a Thunderous Display

The phone rang while I was still in the bed this morning. It was my friend Greg. Greg doesn’t call very often and never at such an early hour. I was immediately concerned.

Somehow Greg had injured his back and had become unable to attend the Thunder Over Louisville extravaganza scheduled for this afternoon and evening. Greg was telephoning me to see if I wanted to go in his place. The ticket was paid for and he had to decide whom he trusted with his husband at a social event with lots of food and alcohol and excitement.

“I’ll call Maggie,” was his first thought. So there I was on the telephone with my
hairdresser accepting an invitation to a very exclusive event with his husband. I knew it was going to end up being a great day. And it was.

Six of us piled into one of those big SUV’s and headed over to a restaurant across the river in Indiana with reserved parking for the largest annual fireworks display in the world.

While in route I exclaimed, “Oh no, I have a problem!” And yes, I did indeed. I had forgotten my camera. How on Earth was I going to take a photo for tonight’s posting without my camera?

I was in trouble and I knew it.

Jeff, who was sitting behind me in the automobile, shared with me that he had brought his camera and that I was welcome to use it. I can’t begin to share with you how thankful I was. The only problem was by the end of the evening the majority of the photos hadn’t come out and then I had no way of downloading the photographs that would work.

I thought it was asking way too much for this fabulous gentleman to go home with his sexy girlfriend and down load photos on his computer to send to me so I could share them with you.

He needs to be having sex tonight. Not downloading photographs me.

I decided I would find another way to solve my problem and I did. I took off my green admittance wristband when I got home and there it was on my kitchen counter. Oh, something of Thunder. Not much but the best I could do.

The smoke has cleared and silence has fallen on the city. There is so much that I could share with you about today like the traffic on our way to the Indiana side of the Ohio River, or the throngs of people walking the streets waiting for the sun to set and the fireworks to begin, or gentleman Jeff who explained to me what all the ABC’s and 123’s meant for all the aircraft that was in the air show that ran from 3:00 in the afternoon until 8:50 in the evening.

I had a lot of questions and Jeff had all the answers. I like it when that happens.

I could share with you how Julie, a server, attended to our every need. I had never been served so expertly for so many hours in all my living days. And I could share with you the guests I was with and the fabulous conversations I had and about meeting a man who knew my dad forty years ago. I could tell you about Kevin with his long legs and nicely positioned buttocks and bald head.

Or, I could tell you how frustrated I became about the camera and my inability to use it properly. I could share with you that I decided to not let that ruin my evening and I could share with you how I stood alone and watched the fireworks and realized that the greatness of an experience is measured by how many senses are activated.

Standing on the river’s edge you can see the fireworks in their total splendor, you can hear the electrifying cracks and pops and booms and such and you can feel the energy as it reverberates through the space and rattles the fillings on your teeth. You can smell the burnt ash from the explosive fireworks as it drifts through the air. You know, you just know something magical is happening and you’re there, a part of it, experiencing it as no one else can or will. And then you think, oh, how you think maybe, just maybe next year when all this is happening, maybe I can have a man standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my torso and I can experience this in the arms of a man who is absolutely crazy about me.

So, today I discovered love in realizing that the greatness of an event is measured by how many senses are activated. I’m going to commit to you today that I am going to engage in activities where I can activate my senses in abundance. In case I haven’t told you lately, I love you! Sweet Dreams! Maggie ã
How did you discover love today?
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