well, paul

time to press forth into the gathering twilight.

in a weird way, i'm grateful for the past three days. living in alaska, i don't often have the opportunity to just sit around and talk and laugh and reminisce with my family. so, while losing daddy sucks and will leave a huge hole in our family, i will treasure the gift of these last few days.

what a blessing to be a part of this crazy family.

• all together now, gly co py ro late
• who knew Ellen would enjoy strippers so much?

May the choirs of angels come to greet you.
May they speed you to paradise.
May the Lord enfold you in his mercy.
May you find eternal life.

Song of Farewell, by Ernest Sands

amazed

last night, cassie and i attended a sitka jazz festival concert.

well, cassie attended the concert, i sat in the lobby as a volunteer to sell t-shirts and cds. i was able to watch arnold perform with the sitka high jazz band, however, and he was amazing!

arnold recently started playing stand-up bass with the jazz band. i had not seen him play (other than to watch him practice at home in his room). i've seen him play the electric bass many times. on the stage, they had a video screen above the bands and multiple cameras taking video from multiple angles. on the close-ups of arnold playing, you could actually see the veins in his arms on the video screen. the intent look on his face, and the precision of his fingers made me want to stand up and shout "THAT'S MY BABY!" he's that good.

to arnold's relief, i did not. i am so very proud of him. just wish he'd get a haircut...