I wait outside the father's law office with the boy.

So, the weekend past pretty uneventful.
I stayed mostly at work, less two hours of our embarrasment at the Coppel YMCA. We only played four songs before we were asked to leave. We laughed it off, but you could tell the dissension in everyone's face. Maybe Fry Street Fair will be a grand rebound.

I came home after whistling past the graveyard and collecting flowers. Jane had surprised me with Jack Kerouac's recordings, which I'm enthralled with. I've been looking all over for a copy of The Moon Her Majesty for a while.

This weather puts me in a better mood. It makes me feel at home.