My sister-in-law has made the trek back east for my brother’s memorial service in the city of his and my birth. Family infighting seems to be trickling out here and there. I’m fairly glad I’m not there right now for it.
Instead, I enjoyed playing some jazz with my friends Brandon and Sean tonight. We still need to find a good drummer to hold us together. I’m not used to the harmonic changes in tunes like “Dolphin Dance” and “Mahjong,” and I tend to slow down the music when I take a solo. Nothing at all like church music. But my jazz brothers let me keep playing with them.
My wife suggested a retreat earlier this month, so I’ll be vacating ordinary life Sunday through Thursday next week. Unless Neil has a contribution or two, blogging will shut down for those five days. I may give my wife the passwords and all, and ask her to keep an eye on you commentators. I noticed Mark Shea shut down his comboxes over Fr Corapi, but I know we won’t have any problems like that here.
I could turn blogging over to my daughter. That would be interesting. Instead of Herbie Hancock and Monteverdi you might get Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars.
My wise spouse and generous daughter gave me a retreat for Father’s Day. It’s only been eight months since my last one. But I think the timing is right. With the upheaval of end-of-school, my brother’s death, and whatnot, I’ve kind of lost a spiritual thread. I feel a little bit unraveled. It will be good to get some sanity.