Saturday,
David Lamb of Brown Bird died. We got the news yesterday evening. He'd been seriously ill since last spring. The band brought Kathryn and I enormous joy. Brown Bird was one of the few things that could, pretty much without fail, get me to leave the House. In one of those fucked up wrinkles in fate, we first saw David and MorganEve play
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Sometimes there is nothing you can do, beyond smoking a bowl. When I die, provided I live to a nice old age as planned (I'm going to need it to experience all that I want), I imagine people waxing on about my daily nip of whiskey after dinner and smoking a bowl mid-afternoon. It keeps the pain at bay; keeps the frustration in check, so you can move on with the important things to you. At least that's what it is for me. When I can have my whiskey, my bowl, and some fresh fruit, yogurt, and a walk with my dog. The day is a good one. Words are bonus, for sure.
Isaac and Isobel Snow. I just adore those names.
I also feel like I should give you and Spooky my condolences on the loss of David. For not you two -- who were clearly devoted fans -- I would not likely have heard of them. As it is, it's because of you that I know of his passing. RIP.
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Sometimes there is nothing you can do, beyond smoking a bowl.
I'm using for both stress and pain relief, and it's some much more effective than so many of my prescribed meds.
Isaac and Isobel Snow. I just adore those names.
I feel as if I can't stop writing about them.
I also feel like I should give you and Spooky my condolences on the loss of David. For not you two -- who were clearly devoted fans -- I would not likely have heard of them. As it is, it's because of you that I know of his passing. RIP.
I did what little I could do to spread the word. I feel now just...I don't know.
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I hope you find it enjoyable.
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Quinn and Charlee are about to descend into the hollow hills below Mount Auburn and face Isaac and Isobel Snow.
Part of me is yelling OH NO very loudly right now.
I respect your decision to discontinue the blog, with many many thanks for all the entries and all the years of sharing parts of your life with us. You will always be my dear Aunt Beast with wondrous and dreadful tales to tell.
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it's awful to know there will be no more of it.
Yes.
You will always be my dear Aunt Beast with wondrous and dreadful tales to tell.
You made me smile, so thank you. Sometimes things just need to finish.
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I'm so sorry. His memory for a blessing, and his music.
There had better be green.
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Yeah, there had better.
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