I have no pictures from last night. No pictures of me and Lis. No pictures of grandchildren.
But. Take my word for it. Last night was lovely and as always, I came away with Lis's songs in my head. They are still there. She wrote one about knowing Lon since the days of the pyramid building, of how they have re-met and lived together and loved throughout the centuries. It's a gypsy tune, haunting and poetic with vastly rich imagery. It leaves the audience stunned.
It lingers in the mind for days.
Meanwhile, the song-writer, angel-singer is in my kitchen making an egg pie and I'm about to make pancakes and bacon for our fellas. Thunder is rolling off to the south and we are promised rain.
The memorial service which, for some reason, we all thought was set for two this afternoon is actually at six and plans are being remade.
"Re-evaluate the situation" as Lis says.
I was so loathe to mingle and socialize last night and have, in fact, felt so shy and withdrawn I am not sure I could handle the event.
We shall see.
Hurricane season has begun and we're in line to get a tropical storm here in the next few days.
Here's what the ensemble models are saying.
And that's the news from Lloyd, Florida this Sunday morning. We are still re-evaluating the situation and have just had our huge breakfast and the cards may come out. It is beginning to rain.
I wish all of us luck, peace, no reason to evacuate and a haunting melody to linger in your mind.