an extra post tonight as I ward off fear with good stories

First of all, as an update from yesterday's post, I brought my things I didn't want any more from my closet to the Buffalo Exchange store today with my daughter Nina along for help and moral support.

Do you think it's amazingly weird that the girl who helped me at the store was from the same small suburb of Chicago where I grew up?

Do you think it's also weird that her name was Courtney too?

Both of us a girl named Courtney from Park Ridge, Illinois....working together going through my cast off clothes at a thrift store in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

I consider it a positive sign.

The other positive sign was that they gave me $188 for all the things I brought in.

That's pretty great.

Nina thought it was a very good sum.

It isn't even close to what these things all cost me when I purchased them new, but the depreciation rate on clothing is drastic and immediate. Once you buy it, it's worth next to nothing. Sad but true, unless you're very famous or the thing becomes a collector's item for some reason.

I felt grateful though, liberated by my ability to stop feeling guilty about things I bought that never became my favorites.

I passed them on, and the girls at the store thought they were great, and now they'll get a second chance at being loved.

Amen to that.

And I paid my car insurance!

The other story I wanted to tell tonight, mostly because I want to keep being positive about my music and my shows even though I have less going on right now, is a story about a woman at my most recent show at the Finnish Bistro this week.

A woman came in and told me that she was actually of Finnish origins.

She asked me if I was Finnish and I told her I was Swedish and Italian and a little German.

She was okay with that.

She told me it was her eighty-first birthday and that her entire family was on their way for her birthday the bistro.

She said she had reserved a table for twelve and another for six.

She asked me if I was going to be singing during her birthday party.

I said, yeah, I guess so.

So the birthday party ensued and I started my concert very quietly, trying not to wreck her party and at the same time trying not to disappoint the people who had come to hear my music.

This sort of thing keeps happening and is a reminder to me that I must continue to strive for higher level performance situations where everyone arrives knowing they're going to witness a serious concert and not just endure some background music.

It's my responsibility to will this next level into manifestation, I know this, and it shall be done.

I believe in myself, I believe in where I'm heading, I believe that all things are mine because I am loved and how can I keep from singing...I believe, I believe...and also....any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

So the next thing that happens is that the birthday girl gets up and is dancing to my song that goes "fear is my enemy, money is my rival, gratitude is the remedy and love is my survival.."

She has come up to the stage and is dancing and telling me that she loves my music and she's so happy I'm there for her party and that it was all meant to be because some of her family wanted to go to Red Stone and she doesn't even like Red Stone.

I played my first set and then I took a five minute break.

I went to use the restroom and when I returned, the birthday girl, named Millie, and her many fun and friendly relatives, were buying my merchandise and Millie had taken off her nice grey sweater to put a Courtney Yasmineh t shirt over her black turtleneck.

She looked great, very fun, and she was smiling and laughing.

She's four years younger than my mother and she reminded me of my Mom in her fun jaunty style.

The next thing I knew, she was asking if she could sing with me.

Oh geez, I thought.

But I said yes she could.

She said she wanted to sing Amazing Grace so my mind raced and I thought I probably could play it in a good key.

Her sons helped her up on the stage, but she's in great shape so she didn't need much help.

Then her relatives gathered around with their phones poised to film this, and they asked if she could hold one of my guitars, and when I hesitated she said, "you have two up here" and I thought she's right, what the heck.

So she held my acoustic guitar and I played the Guyatone and I started in on Amazing Grace.

The amazing part was that she asked me if I wanted to do the harmony or the melody and I got the sudden impression that maybe she knew something about singing.

Low and behold.

Millie stepped right up to my microphone and began to sing and she was great!

We sang three verses!

Her family was delighted!

Afterwards she told me that she was an alto in her church choir for many years until just recently and I said well that explains it.

After her group left I played the rest of my show without them, to the regular bistro crowd, and we were sort of happy the birthday party was over, but truly, I'm so glad they came to the bistro that night and didn't go to the place called Red Stone.

This concludes blog overtime tonight.

See you in the morning.

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