My memory receives an electrical charge at the oddest times. Today I heard a commercial on the radio about a huge dinosaur exhibit at The Singletary Center for the Arts on UK campus. The last of it actually caught my attention, a slide show by the renown dinosaur artist from Kentucky (!!!!!) while the Lexington orchestra accompanies. I immediately wanted to go and mentally crossed my fingers and held my breath waiting for the date! BINGO! This Sunday. Have no plans.
Then I deflated. Who would want to go with me to an event that most certainly was geared towards children? Not Joe and his nine year old daughter, B. That is just not their thing.
I become melancholy for the daughter I use to have. That little bright eyed eight year old Bridget who had the nerve to grow up and leave me!!!!
Bridget my sidekick for all those years. I could fill up 1,000 areas of FTP space just telling about what a great kid she was and how accommodating to her slightly eccentric Momma.
She went everywhere with me. I tried not to expose her to things that were a little too mature or adult oriented for her little mind. But every so often I would slip up, but I don't think she is the any worse off for it. For instance, I hauled her to a Rolling Stone concert in Louisville....we sat among a group of Hells Angels type. They fell in love with "the Kid" and made sure she had a good view.
And when I took her to see Amadaus...when would that have been, 1984?.....the movie may have been above her head, but she cried when "Wolfie" died and has loved classical music ever since.
If I were to come rushing home and excitedly shout out, "Guess what?!!!!!! Dinosaurs with Wolfie music!!!! They are going to be at the UK campus!" She would have jumped up and down with mirth and anticipation.
Oh I want to go!!!!! Maybe Bridget will come down from Louisville and go with me.
Damn I miss that child being a kid with me!