tonite after services i went to Mission City Coffee Roasting not far from temple which is the new host to the Fiddling Cricket (mostly) acoustic guitar and folk music scene. very nice stuff they offer. the duo tonite was Kenny Blackwell on mandolin and Dorian Michael on guitars. www.kenny-dorian.com they are amazing, shifting from a Doc Watson tune to Chuck Berry to Brazilian jazz to Irish fiddle tune, seamlessly. and their banter is pretty amazing. i bought one CD, All Dressed Up, which seems to have a nice variety of music. i'd forgotten how nice mandolin is. and Dorian is a total hoot with his commentary, shaved head and walrus mustache.
tomorrow is the trek up to the Biggams (hi, Lisa!! we'll be there soon enough).
the more i thought about things, it makes so much sense to be with this group of devoted and compassionate friends. last night Rochelle got a taste of what things are going to be like for me, at times, this weekend. April 13 - July 13 = 3 months = 13 weeks. a lifetime ago. an eternity ago. and like yesterday. all at the same time. time is weird, flexible, elastic, uncertain and so much more.
note to self: remember to bring tissues.
no camera cable at Fry's. portable USB drive instead. valiantly downloading to the laptop. 1,033 photos total. that's gonna take a while. then the project for the weekend is to sort, delete and file them. woo hoo! that will keep me out of the sun. 993 left. this is going to take all night. not sure how many months this represents...maybe more than a year. serves me right.
