A quiet weekend with Sue

On a Zoom call, we completed plans for the memorial for our friend Mark, scheduled for March 19.

We felt foggy-headed, almost as if we were stoned, though we don't use such substances now. We laughed at ourselves till we had tears in our eyes. We went out for a bit of air: gloomy weather, spitting rain, heavily overcast. On our stroll, we came across a utility pole studded with years and years of posters, nothing much left of them but paper pulp and staples. There were a couple of more recent additions.