Saturday

Off to a memorial service for a good friend of my mother's at church today.
M was a tall, lanky fellow with a gift for poetry and a quiet sense of humor.
He was a veteran and had a shock of white hair which made him easy to spot when he used to walk all over town. On a couple of occasions I spotted him whilst running errands and was delighted to pick him up and ferry him around. Mom will read one of his poems today.

It's been a sticky week here in Tuvalu, in many ways.
Schedules have been wacky, the weather has been odd, and by yesterday moods were running in the extremes.
Everywhere I drove, usually in a hurry to deliver missing assignments or procure anxiously needed items, I was stuck behind an elderly person who seemed unsure of where to go or how to get there with any speed.
My allergies have been a constant reminder of the pollen that has accumulated on the hood of my car and our herb plants seem to be suffering.
Yesterday I woke Middle for school (twice) only to be reminded that he is done with classes for the year.
And tomorrow is Father's Day - the second in my spring schedule of annoying holidays.
Fortunately, we have been invited to our friend's weekend house and are planning on a fun and relaxing day.

You needn't purchase a VW - just enjoy some Nick Drake and some nice videography.