…this weekend encompassed every human emotion possible…

I’ll start with the good stuff…

Fortunately for me, my son is a Bob Dylan fan….so he treated his Mom to the concert here at Parkview Field Friday night.  It was wonderful!!!

It was one of those perfect summer nights that wasn’t muggy, wasn’t too cool nor too hot–perfect.

Dylan took the stage at 8:00 and played until 10:00 p.m. , dressed in white pants and blue jacket.  My son and I were sitting in the stands–I told him he should go down to the area in front of the stage and he said I should go down.  Okay, I’m not usually an outgoing person–I am the wallflower of all wallflowers (I know that sounds really funny reading this blog)….but I couldn’t resist and went down to the ballfield area–I am soooo glad that I did–the positive, warm energy there was amazing. (minus the drunk couple that started to get into it, but thankfully stopped before it got too out of hand.)

I was about twenty feet from the stage–close enough to see Bob smile.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a photograph of him smiling–he seemed to be really enjoying playing as much as we did listening–magical. 🙂

The band was super–really together.  Bob played a baby grand piano, which was a thrill–I don’t care how much technology tries to imitate the authentic instrument–I can still tell when it’s not the real thing because there’s no soul to it.  And I loved that he also incorporated a cello in the ensemble–really added to the sound. (Bob didn’t play it–a band member (Tony?) played it.)

My son and I were debating whether Bob would play “Blowin in the Wind”.–he jokingly said he was going to request it if Bob took requests…

On that fateful day of the Big Storm here, I was at the main library, waiting on those hidden books in the storage unit to come up, and happened to see a book written about Bob Dylan.  I was flipping through it, and came upon a paragraph where Bob had an audience with the Pope and the Pope requested “Blowin in the Wind”….and Bob refused to play it for him.  Bwahahahaha.  Cracks me up still…

….so, I wasn’t getting my hopes up that it was going to be on the setlist…

…I had gone back to where my son was seated after they stopped playing the set.  I was hoping for an encore, but I was concerned about losing my son when the crowds started to leave, so I headed back to the seats.

…so you can imagine what happened…

Bob came back on stage and started playing a Rag Time tune…my son recognized it before I did–he was playing “Blowin in the Wind”, but in Rag Time.

Thank You, Bob Dylan, for coming here–please come again.  This concert made my whole summer year.

(I never knew there were so many cool people in Fort Wayne….where have they been hiding?)

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On to the rest of the weekend–

With my Dad unable to return to his place, it needs to be cleaned out, so I went over to help out.  A tough job. Emotions are running high and feelings have been hurt.  I guess that’s part of the process.

Then yesterday–

A resident came to my door with another lady I didn’t know, who was concerned about one of the residents.  She was a friend of hers and hadn’t been able to get in touch with her for a couple of days.  This resident was always up and about, so I was concerned.  I have access to the radio to contact the maintenance folks, so I called them to see if they could pop over for a wellness check.  Normally, the housing folks charge for non-emergency calls on the weeknights and weekends, so the maintenance guy said he’ d have to clear it with his supervisor.  (Yes, money is that tight, folks).  However, while we waited to hear back, the lady’s friend said that her car was in the parking lot and they normally talked every day, and she hasn’t answered her phone for two days.  I went back to the radio to tell the maintenance guy the new information, hoping that he would come over.

After awhile, the EMS showed up, but we were unaware that it was for this lady.  I followed them, wanting to ask them to check on this lady, but there was no need–they were headed for her apartment.  The maintenance guy showed up shortly afterward, to let them in.  When they didn’t come right back out, I knew that she was, indeed, in the apartment, but had not responded to us banging on the door.  Not a good sign.

Then the EMS came out and asked if she normally responded and spoke in complete sentences.  Also not a good sign.  When they brought her out, she was in the fetal position with her knees drawn up to her chest, and her head falling to her chest, as if she couldn’t lift it up at all.  And she was as pale as a ghost.

I haven’t heard any more on her status.  Adding to it is another resident that she was close to died just over a month ago, and I’ve heard that the police and EMS were interrogating her like she had caused her friend’s death…upsetting her even more.  They seemed to have lost the focus of their profession….