Friday afternoon burial service for Ken Gunji. Heartrending.
Saturday morning memorial service for Ken.
Got to see Heather briefly when she brought me a huge bag from her garden.
Sunday morning trip to Negangard pumpkins with Owen and Ernie.
Sunday midday sat in yard and read. A woodchuck (?) appeared in the yard, then a hawk, and then a bird shat on my head and my laptop. I decided outdoors was being a tad aggressive and went in. The enormity of Owen's bellows of laughter when he heard about the bird cannot be adequately described. At least somebody was happy.
Watched streaming from Hardly Strictly Bluegrass for hours. First Secret Sisters, then Jon Langford, then Kane Welch Kaplin, then Aaron Lee Tasjan, then the Flatlanders (damn!) and then John Prine. John Prine, who made Ernie cry. Lord I love them. And as Brian Wright stated perfectly a moment ago in a reply to my Facebook comment, "I wouldn't trust a man who didn't" (cry when listening to John Prine). Because we are good parents we cut John Prine off to switch to Cheap Trick for Owen. I love Cheap Trick but I was underwhelmed. Overall however, amazing music.
A good weekend. A full weekend. Some sadness, balanced by the beauty of driving in the country with Owen's music playing (everything from Flamin' Groovies to George Harrison to the Strokes). The fields looked beautiful and golden. And then finished it off with beautiful music.
I'll mark it a win.