Yesterday , the Rolling Stones announced a stadium tour of the United States. The youngest member of the band is Ronnie Wood at 71, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards are 75, and Charlie Watts, the drummer is 77. I greeted this news with the excitement of a teenage girl, immediately checking out the tour dates trying to find a city close to me. Seeing no dates in Canada disappointed me. The closest they’ll get to where I live will be Seattle. My husband even agreed that Seattle was doable. I didn’t sleep much last night. My brain kept coming up with reasons why I shouldn’t go.
It’s at this point, I should go back to yesterday morning. I had my care aid in and we got to the exercise portion of the morning. I climbed the 14 steps to the second floor. It was on the 14th step that my left leg gave out and I almost fell. Thankfully, my 25 year old aid has the reflexes of a jungle cat, and she had her arms around me before I got too far. This was the second time I’d climbed the stairs in two days, as I’d done it on Sunday, when my folks came by, to show them. While my leg is getting stronger, apparently it can’t handle 2 days in a row yet.
Getting back to reasons why I shouldn’t go, I’m not a young kid in my 40s anymore, like I was when I saw them play in 2005 on the bigger bang tour. Now, I’m an old lady dealing with the persistent paralysis down my left side, and a far too easily overwhelmed brain. I’m now in a wheelchair, which would be easier if they played a Canadian date close to me. Then there’s the border. I can’t imagine they’d let me in since my pain medication is natural, if you get my drift. I’m pretty sure that I’d have a hard time getting travel insurance, what with all of my pre-existing conditions. And if something did happen, it could very well bankrupt us, south of the border.
My husband agreed to buying me the box set of all of their albums and a record player in lieu of risking my health .
While it’s still a disappointment, the next best thing will be to enjoy their entire catalog whenever I want.