Well – yes and no. It’s Monday morning 8 a.m. and the Paul McCartney tickets, for his concert here Oct. 17, go on sale in two hours. And I have to say, re the above, that there’s no question Macca is an artist, a great one, but he does not seem to have the slightest inclination to hide, if his non-stop international tours to hundreds of thousands of people are any indication.

I on the other hand, sitting silently in my garden with my aching back, my tapping fingers and my thoughts … communicating and hiding. Blogging so much to you, yet hardly ever leaving my home.

Are you an artistic recluse? A show off? Something in between?

Two hours later: Elizabeth, you’re going to Paul McCartney: Out There!


Exhausting – I was ready at the computer the minute the tickets went on sale, as a member of his website getting first dibs – trying to get in, confused, it wasn’t working, then I got in, then the seat vanished, then there was a seat but there was a Ticketmaster password, I couldn’t remember mine had to get a new one – TREMBLING. But I got a seat. A very good seat. My 65th birthday present to myself, along with the guitar I bought last week that will be delivered soon from Quebec. It’s time to stop buying myself birthday presents NOW. Nothing will top this.