Sometimes things happen. And they're good.

Last night I went to a concert.

I didn't know I was going until Tuesday afternoon. 

Neither did Tamara, and she bought the tickets. But I got a text while Bennet and I were on the beach. And so I went.

When we first arrived, it was pouring rain. We were not dressed for this. We were both wearing white. Thank God we had multiple layers on to protect our modesty.

A little rain in Texas is hardly a cause for panic. It's pretty warm down here, so even damp, we were comfortable.

We had lawn "seats" but we snagged a spot just under the canopy where we could see the stage and where we could stand up.

We don't mind being wet, but sitting on wet grass is a whole other story, y'all.

There was an opening band. We didn't know them, but they were enjoyable. They sang a song about living in a plastic bubble. It was catchy.

Apparently there were two opening bands, but we were late (my fault), so we missed one. Oh well.

 After all, we were really only there for one reason:

Can you see him? He's right down there in the middle. And on the screen.

The guy with the guitar.

(It's Jack Johnson.)

I didn't realize how much of his music I know until the concert.

I also didn't realize how much I love him, until I realized how much of his music I know at the concert.

It was a great night with a good friend, and I got home late, but happy.

Now I'm back at work, for my last two(ish) days.

I say two(ish) because I have some things to finish up before I'm really done.

So we're keeping the date flexible.

I'm already technically a volunteer, so it doesn't change much if I just tie up loose ends post-"completion."

Also, I have a job.

Not a job-job.

But a two-week, make-some-money, minimum-wage temp. job at the local community college bookstore.

It's not much, but it's something.

And for two weeks of minimum wage work, I'll make roughly a month's worth of income with AmeriCorps. So that's saying something.

And I'm keeping options open for the Perfect-Job-For-Me-Which-Will-Contribute-to-a-Long-Career-and-Lifetime-of-Success to arrive.

It's out there.

Somewhere.

Over the rainbow.

Where skies are blue.

Okay, I'm done.

Much Love (and Banana Pancakes) from Texas.