We are lucky enough to have been invited to the wake and funeral for the dear father of a dear friend and so this weekend will be devoted to the strange kinds of parties that follow when these things happen pretty much the way that they’re supposed to.
It’s the last weekend before schedules get flipped around in Casa Di Pájaro (all Summer, Maribou and I are on the same schedule… all Autumn, Winter, and Spring, we’re on staggered).
It’s a weekend of transitions, mostly. Gentle ones. The world turning and working out, for good or ill, the way that, pretty much, you should want it to, given all of the other options.
So… what’s on your docket?