This seems to be the year of concerts for Chez O'Mara-Croft -- this was my fourth since the summer. Tonight, I took PJ, Kelly and Connor to the Killers concert at the Congress Theater. The tickets were provided, at no charge, by the band and its management. Again, we find ourselves flattered and, at times, overwhelmed, by how generous people are when a family is experiencing some ripples. We have enjoyed the kindness both of those close to us and of virtual strangers; thank you to all.
For the two younger children, this was their first such experience, and they seemed truly jubilant. At the end of the concert, the band's drummer tossed a drumstick in our direction; the stick hit the ledge of our balcony, mere inches from PJ, but fell to the crowd below before he could get his hands on it. We all reacted like this was an injustice of the highest order.
While we were out jamming to music, Patty enjoyed a relaxing evening -- basically, a whole lot of nothing -- and that was, for her, exactly what the doctor ordered. We certainly missed her company tonight at the concert, but I think we're all glad she was able to just kick back and take it easy for an evening. For my part, I had a great time with the kids. With everything going on these days, it was such a heartwarming thing to hear from Connor, "Dad, I think that was the best day of this year."