This morning was fun and sad at the same time. We had a good Father Figures practice and are ready for our show on Monday, but I spent some of my down time afterwards digging a grave for Bentley. He's not gone yet, but it's only a matter of time. He doesn't seem to be in any pain so we are hoping he will just go naturally in his sleep in the next couple of days, but if not, we may have to take him in to get the final shot. Either way, it sucks.
He is outside, though, now enjoying (I think) a beautiful day.
Speaking of beautiful days, happiest of birthdays to our wonderful friend, Renee. She's pretty darn awesome and I look forward to doing a little celebrating with her tonight. I'm sure a good time will be had by all.
Renee makes me laugh from deep down in the good places of my heart and soul and that's a rare talent. There are not many people that can put me at ease so easily that I can laugh from the heart and I love this quality about her. She's also firmly devoted to Tom and Quentin, which makes me happy as well. They are all about the coolest people I know and I'm feeling very fortunate to get to celebrate with them tonight.
I DJ'ed yesterday at the Churchill and it was fun. It was a long set, four hours, but I exposed some random people to a lot of good music yesterday, so I did a good thing for humanity. I'd do it again, if asked, and I hope they do. It would be a lot more fun with Rhondi, though.
Mary noticed that Connie was looking at a piece of paper as she got to the porch.
"Is that the note from Jim?" she asked.
Connie didn't seem to hear her so Mary set down the ladder and squatted next to her friend before repeating herslef.
"Is that the..."
Connie cut her off.
"NO! It's a new one."
"What does it say?"
"I don't want to tell you," Connie said, choking back tears or was it something else, some other emotion.
Mary could see how upset Connie was but didn't want to push it further.
"I'm sorry. Again. Damn it. I'm so sorry, Connie. If you want to, please just go home. I can take care of these fuckers."
Connie looked at her friend and back at the note. She was frozen in place, maybe forever. As she looked back up at Mary, she noticed that the fans were spinning slowly, but their rotations were getting faster.
"D-d-did you turn them on?" she asked Mary.
"No, but I'm not surprised at what is happening."
"Can you cut the power at the breaker? I'm assuming Randy would have put in a new circuit for the new outlets. That's what Jim would have done," she trailed off.
"I'm not sure. I can call him."
"No, let's not risk getting him involved in this."
(to be continued)
See you tomorrow.
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