Wow. Went to hear music and sit with friends yesterday. To celebrate we got pelted with rain. And then it rained again last night. Is this still Texas? I think it is because the music was the very essence of Texas and if you’d like to experience it yourself come to Luckenbach on the first Sunday of each month. You sit in the shade of the trees, drink a longneck, eat a sandwich, and find out how good life can be.

Which was something I needed yesterday because I’m heading into a difficult week. In two days, it will be the anniversary of my wife’s death and on Saturday the cousins who couldn’t attend services last year because of Covid are coming to the house. It won’t be as mournful as this time last year, but I suspect a few tears will be shed. Hard to avoid it I imagine.

Anyway, I’ve bucked up and I’m doing every trick in the book I know of to avoid the doldrums this week because sitting around feeling sorry for myself is just such a sorrowful affair and I’ve had a year of it. That’s why it’s nice I have friends who let me have manic episodes and just smile because they know I’ll need a hug at some point when I show up all morose. I guess that can wear thin, but so far, they’ve hung in there and they still smile when they see me coming. Alleluia.