My Proud Introduction to the World of Opera (Sorry Pavarotti)

I have been described as spaced out, happy go lucky, and sometimes eccentric.¬† Suffice it to say, I am uninhibited, finding joy in little things.¬† Most recently, I was described as Pavarotti but I fear it was in jest.¬† My husband Bud and I, along with¬†Cousin Ray¬†were making a little trip.¬† It was a beautiful, sun-drenched day and my spirits were high.¬† Mid-morning, we stopped in a rest area.¬† While “resting” I admired the native stone used in its construction and noted¬†the remarkable acoustics of the building.¬† I immediately channeled Pavarotti, bursting into an amazing rendition of “O Sole Mio.”¬† I sounded GOOD!¬† I waxed melodious for a few strains, till a confused lady walked in, interrupting my reverie, fearing she’d interrupted¬†a insane, transgender opera drop out.¬† I excused myself and left her musing on the madness.

When we got back to our vehicle, Bud said he and Ray had had a good laugh.¬†¬†When they¬†were in the men’s room, they’d heard some man, somewhere, singing opera at the top of his lungs and it actually sounded pretty good.¬† Ray did¬†remark¬†the guy¬†sounded happy.

I’ve never had a prouder moment.