“Trouble with you is The trouble with me”*
by chuckofish
I spent the weekend cleaning my house so it will be spic and span for all the people who will be arriving this week for the nuptials on Saturday.
The OM and I did make it down to Forest Park on Saturday morning…
to go to the new exhibit at the Art Museum before it opens to the general public.
It was pretty special, and I enjoyed our cultural outing.
We stopped at First Watch on the way home and I enjoyed my avocado toast. Then we headed home and back to gussying up the homestead.
The weather, of course, was absolutely perfect this weekend. God knows (literally) what next weekend will be like. C’est la vie.
I went to church because I was filling in for a friend as the intercessor. They have switched over to Enriching Our Worship, the modern “supplement” to the BCP, for the summer. “The liturgy is intended to expand the language, images and metaphors used in worship in a more contemporary and gender inclusive way.” Just shoot me. I guess I will be taking the rest of the summer off. I’m sure no one will miss me or my rolling eyes.
We watched Long Strange Trip (2017), the Amazon documentary about the Grateful Dead.
I like the Grateful Dead as much as the next person my age, and Jerry Garcia was a fellow Episcopalian after all, but I was frankly shocked to find out the extent of his drug addiction and the longterm use of psychedelic drugs by the band. As usual, I am not cool enough to understand the Dead. I wasn’t in high school and nothing has changed.
Anyway, I can’t really recommend the documentary. The OM watched the whole four hours (!) but I baled and went back to Absaroka County and reading about Walt Longmire, who, as we know, is more my cup of tea.
And this little guy can now turn over from his back to his tummy. Brilliant.
Enjoy your Monday. Nate and Susie arrive today!
*Casey Jones, Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
dual personalities 
Sounds like a lovely weekend — and the little guy is incredibly adorable (as I keep saying)! And he looks just like his dad.
😍😍😍
Thanks for all your preparing!!
Brilliant!
I was thinking about watching that doc–4 hours does seem like a lot though…
I ‘saw’ the Dead twice in High School at the Fox Theater. I remember thinking I couldn’t wait to get out of there, and being pretty fearful that my compatriots were so stoned they would inadvertently me. There was a uniformed police officer at the end of my row and someone handed me a joint, which I promptly passed to the next person. The music was good, but the scene wasn’t my thing. I truly didn’t enjoy it.
The documentary was depressingly revealing. Drugs in general and Ken Kesey’s Acid Test ruined our society (I could make a case that Kesey was the prime mover of the ruination).
Sunday morning I listened to some streams of the classic songs and they were familiar and comfortable, but I’m glad I spent my college years listening to Sam Cooke.
* inadvertently leave me