Spring!

Having joined the evil bourgeoisie, I've lost the blogging habit and instead watch Judge Judy, Single Mum's Mansion and read fiction, Pick-Me-Up and The New Yorker mag. If you too succumb to a subscription (TNY mag, I mean), do it half-price through their website. The dollar is ridiculously cheap just now.

A small amount of time between these and work is dedicated to arranging the dear departed dad's memorial celebration next month. It's not a 'service' because the only officiates are family, friends and colleagues, with little of god(s) and more about a man. Mum has negotiated a most splendid, religiously-neutral and architecturally harmonious space for it.

The programme chops and changes as we try to achieve a balance- permutations of different speakers, dance and music. Currently, I've finagled (with permission) these favourites as music or text:

Emma Goldman
Tom Paine's Bones
Father's Song
Wild Mountain Thyme

Spring is definitely springing. The local magnolias burst out earlier this month and the early dwarf rhodies have followed. To the Botanics this weekend!