Saturday, January 25, 2014

Kilts and Tattoos

What an interesting day.

Of course, the past week has been rather…interesting.

Every morning, my siblings and I head to the hospital, where we don a gown and gloves in order to visit my Dad for a few hours. While in ICU, only two at a time can visit, so we've had to take turns. We have assignments…those of us IN Dad's room are assigned to not only visit with him, but also take notes when the various doctors, nurses and other specialists pop in with their findings and orders. Those of us NOT in Dad's room - but in the ICU waiting room - are assigned to discuss what all of the various findings and orders actually mean…and how they affect Dad and his prognosis.

It's amazing how we love to play "Monday Morning Doctor" - or "Back Seat Physician"…but with NONE of us having any medical schooling, we have certainly come up with some amazing diagnoses on our own. Scary, for sure.

The hospital imposes "Quiet Time" in the ICU for several hours each day, so afternoons have been spent trying to have some measure of relaxation and de-stressing while we're visiting Ft. Myers. Today, along with our aunt, we headed to downtown Ft. Myers for the Caloosahatchie Celtic Festival - where we rocked out for a few hours in the beautiful sunshine to some tribal Celtic bands.

The headline band, Albannach, is one that I've seen perform before - while in Estes Park last September. They're ah-maz-ing to listen to - the drums and the bagpipes stirring the soul. This was my initial view of the stage:

Well. This will never do. Through some strategic maneuvering, I managed to get a little closer:

That's better.

An added bonus…not only did I enjoy the band, but I enjoyed this guy's hair:

It was really fascinating when this guy was dancing and bopping his head…I would have videotaped it, but that might have been a bit creepy.

Check out one of the guys in the band - he's pretty cute:

Men in kilts. Yum.

I think my aunt was enjoying it - she says she LOVES Celtic music. Personally, I think she also loves men in kilts.

After the festival, my brother went to help my Mom with some errands, and sister and I were driving down the road when we passed a tattoo parlor. Being the type of girls that always think things through before making rash decisions, this was the conversation in the car:

Sister: Hey, a tattoo parlor! We should get one.

Me: Really?

Sister: Yeah! Why not?

Me: Okay.

So, I turned the car around, and before I knew it, I'm getting "Karma" inked my neck, while Sister gets "Courage" on her foot:


Sisterly bonding…fun times. Imagine what trouble we could get into if we were, like, SPONTANEOUS, or something.



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