And Away I Go Again

Oh, how we are busy. Becca's off to a JSA event this morning, and I, last minute, am off to Los Angeles for my Uncle Morley's memorial gathering. I don't know that it will be as colorful as my father's memorial--the two brothers shared a birthdate and a family, and a certain dry wit, but Dad was a showman, and Morley was a little, um, less extroverted--but it will be nice to see my cousins and represent our branch of the family. Morely was the last of the eight kids of their generation, and he made it to 100. I'm hoping this will be a joyful celebration.

Then home again to the expectations of The Dog. And tomorrow I clean the house, which looks like giant 17-year-old pack-rats have been nesting in it.