Why is it that early morning “blahs” always remind me of Frank Sinatra singing “One for my baby, and one more for the road.” Why? And why would I have early morning blahs today? After all, my quartet (Lilac Crazy) WON FIRST PLACE in the Senior Idol contest in Surprise, Arizona, this past Wednesday. And we have lots more performances coming up this fall and winter. I should be walking on air! (Actually, more like limping on aching feet.)

Of course, the word “Senior” might be the problem. On the other hand, yesterday at the meet-up of the Phoenix Book Publishing and Marketing Group, a fellow author said, when I told him my age, “You don’t look that old.” Talk about mixed feelings! I guess I ignored the “You don’t look…” part, and instead focused on the “…that old” part.

The guy was glancing through my book, “D Is For Dysfunctional…and Doo Wop,” and stopped at a picture of me at my first wedding, in 1964. “Is this you? You were really pretty.”

I didn’t know whether to hit him or thank him. Instead, I said, “And now I’m really ugly, right?” All told, not a good day.

But today is another day, and I’ll have another one for the road (a 50-calorie V-Fusion juice drink), and then head out to pick up Sherm for a quartet rehearsal. Those are always fun, and we just might stop off for “one for the road” after singing all day.

When there is music in your day, it’s sot a bad day, after all.

(P.S. Be sure to comment on my blog for October 17, and tell me which type of subject matter you would like to see in my future blogs.)