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osodecanelaI spent most of the day pouring over paperwork & I'm far enough behind I'll have to spend some time either tomorrow or Sunday doing some more, but unless someone goes into labor this weekend, my time is mostly my own. (say amen!!)
I took my husband out to dinner tonight at the triple R (aka Russian River Resort). It was the first time in months we had been there for supper. I used to hang out there a lot, but in the past 6 months there simply has not been time. Between practice, childbirth, and Quaker commitments both locally and to Yearly Meeting as well a time away for continuing ed & one much deserved vacation out of the country, I've been a MIA as far as the RRR is concerned.
The place is a Guerneville gathering place. Think Cheers crossed with a gay karaoke bar & a hotel. The locals mostly know each other, and I've spent a fair amount of time over the past decade warbling when I've had the time and the pipes. The KJ (karaoke jockey) Dan (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danh is a good friend & we still talk on the phone every week or so.
Dinner was tasty. Both Brice AND Stewart made time to hang out a bit at our table in between waiting on other clientele, and Chuck (another local) tried to buy us a bottle of wine which I politely declined. My husband doesn't drink wine and my indulging would be a guarentee someone would break her bag of water. After supper LJ headed home and I went in to say hi and bye to Dan. To my pleasant surprise, folks had othER plans for me.
Hugs were the order of the evening. First Kris, then Dave, then Leslie, then several others. Most wanted to know where I had been. Several needed convincing I was OK. One wanted to know what "fairy mound had swallowed me whole & when had I finally escaped". It was all very heartwarming. When I got to Dan, he handed me a mike and said, "you're singing Live Like You Were Dying." I hadn't signed up to sing and there was a list a half hour long of singers already waiting, but I did as I was requested. I'm always surprised at the affect I often seem to have when I sing at the RRR. Tonight, the bar was noisy, but the din lowered perceptively while I sang, and the applause was pretty loud when I finished. It surprises me because there are some pretty strong and talented voices that show up for karaoke there, many in fact that I think are much more talented than I. I, for reasons that elude me, am a fairly reliable crowd pleaser, something that's always a boost to the ego.
I had promised LJ I wasn't going to stay long, so I headed out after one song, but not before 2 different folks I know stopped me for my professional card. Both had wanted to know if I was accepting new patients (doesn't everyone head to their local watering hole to look for a medical provider?). Seriously, both of them knew me only by Weaver and not by my given name, which is what I use professionally, so it had made calling my office to ask if I would see them a bit difficult. One of them had thought I was an Ob/Gyn, but knew about my background with Osteopathy, while the other thought I was a chiropractor. Dan had set them both straight that I'm a family doc, but hadn't given them my number. With my having been scarce lately, both of them had been on the watch for me.
Finally, an hour after my husband left for home, I was on my way to join him, pleased in the knowledge that my presence had been missed, and amused that in the next week or so, yet another couple of locals will join my practice. They won't be the first from the RRR community, and I have a sneaking suspicion, they won't be the past.
I took my husband out to dinner tonight at the triple R (aka Russian River Resort). It was the first time in months we had been there for supper. I used to hang out there a lot, but in the past 6 months there simply has not been time. Between practice, childbirth, and Quaker commitments both locally and to Yearly Meeting as well a time away for continuing ed & one much deserved vacation out of the country, I've been a MIA as far as the RRR is concerned.
The place is a Guerneville gathering place. Think Cheers crossed with a gay karaoke bar & a hotel. The locals mostly know each other, and I've spent a fair amount of time over the past decade warbling when I've had the time and the pipes. The KJ (karaoke jockey) Dan (
danh is a good friend & we still talk on the phone every week or so.Dinner was tasty. Both Brice AND Stewart made time to hang out a bit at our table in between waiting on other clientele, and Chuck (another local) tried to buy us a bottle of wine which I politely declined. My husband doesn't drink wine and my indulging would be a guarentee someone would break her bag of water. After supper LJ headed home and I went in to say hi and bye to Dan. To my pleasant surprise, folks had othER plans for me.
Hugs were the order of the evening. First Kris, then Dave, then Leslie, then several others. Most wanted to know where I had been. Several needed convincing I was OK. One wanted to know what "fairy mound had swallowed me whole & when had I finally escaped". It was all very heartwarming. When I got to Dan, he handed me a mike and said, "you're singing Live Like You Were Dying." I hadn't signed up to sing and there was a list a half hour long of singers already waiting, but I did as I was requested. I'm always surprised at the affect I often seem to have when I sing at the RRR. Tonight, the bar was noisy, but the din lowered perceptively while I sang, and the applause was pretty loud when I finished. It surprises me because there are some pretty strong and talented voices that show up for karaoke there, many in fact that I think are much more talented than I. I, for reasons that elude me, am a fairly reliable crowd pleaser, something that's always a boost to the ego.
I had promised LJ I wasn't going to stay long, so I headed out after one song, but not before 2 different folks I know stopped me for my professional card. Both had wanted to know if I was accepting new patients (doesn't everyone head to their local watering hole to look for a medical provider?). Seriously, both of them knew me only by Weaver and not by my given name, which is what I use professionally, so it had made calling my office to ask if I would see them a bit difficult. One of them had thought I was an Ob/Gyn, but knew about my background with Osteopathy, while the other thought I was a chiropractor. Dan had set them both straight that I'm a family doc, but hadn't given them my number. With my having been scarce lately, both of them had been on the watch for me.
Finally, an hour after my husband left for home, I was on my way to join him, pleased in the knowledge that my presence had been missed, and amused that in the next week or so, yet another couple of locals will join my practice. They won't be the first from the RRR community, and I have a sneaking suspicion, they won't be the past.
