Today I entered round 10 with the tech support people at iPowerWeb, which hosts my domain, BrendaCoulter.com. My e-mail problems continue; I'm afraid I'm never going to be able to give this bunch high marks for customer service. ("I'm not even getting any bounce messages," I complained to one of the techies. "My test e-mails are going into a black hole." He replied, "Okay, send me the headers from one of the bounce messages.") I've had a very stressful afternoon and evening, and just now my husband accompanied me on an errand. On the way home he read my mind and swung his car into the neighborhood Starbucks parking lot in a sweet (and ultimately successful) attempt to make everything all better. My outlook began improving even before Taylor the latte boy handed over a venti-size (is there any other size?) cup: On the counter by the cash register I had spotted the new (compilation) Rolling Stones CD, Rarities.
For years I've been trying to impress on my Number One Son that the slow, bluesy "Wild Horses" is the best thing Mick and the boys ever did, so perhaps you can imagine how my heart fluttered when I saw that title on the back of the CD. I immediately nudged my husband, who had already paid for the coffee, and asked sweetly if he had another twenty-dollar bill he wasn't using.
When he gave me an "oh, grow up" look over the top of his glasses, I explained that the CD contained a live version of the Best Stones Song Ever. Taylor's ears perked up and we talked music for a few minutes, until my (jazz-loving, rock-hating) husband (if the man hadn't married me thirty years, ago, I'd swear he has appalling taste) cleared his throat and opened the door and shot me an expectant look.
So now I'm slugging down latte and getting my groove back. It's a challenge to type while swaying in my chair and singing, "Wild horses...couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses...we'll ride them some day," but the Stones therapy is working great. I'm almost mellow enough to pick up the phone and place yet another call to tech support.