Well, yesterday was one of those Sundays where you sit around the house, waiting for Monday to come. And now it's Monday and I wonder what I was thinking? Sometimes I think that the reason we go to work is to make the weekend more interesting, but since I spent half of this weekend at work and the other half waiting to go back, maybe it's the other way around.

I did watch a bunch of CMT for the first time, which is the country music version of MTV, and it reminded me of watching MTV in the 80's when I was in college, sitting through hundreds of examples of appalling dreck, waiting for the two or three videos that you really want to see.

Back then it was Haircut 100 or Men at Work, this time I was waiting to see if Alison Krauss had anything playing, but instead saw, to my joy, Dolly Parton's video, "Shine", off her second bluegrass album, "Little Sparrow". If you see it, my guy Barry's playing the bass in it. That was a nice treat to see.

Last night we had the first barbecue of the summer. We know that it's summer at the Callahans when we spend Sunday afternoons eating steak in the backyard.

We did this one particularly for Father's Day and for Jon's (Cynthia's ex-husband) birthday, but we ended up having it without the other father in the family, Fran, because he got the call that his mother, who has had cancer for awhile, had been given last rites and was going to die that night.

I cannot even imagine getting such a call, even though when my father was dying, we certainly knew that he was dying, but the whole, "Come quickly, because it's happening right now" thing, I don't know how my mind would handle that. Of course, we end up handling everything, because we must.

The worst thing, though, is that his father is dying as well, everyone thought that he would go first, but he's still hanging on, though Fran thinks not for long, not without his wife of 51 years. Anyway, he went to Queens for the vigil with his brothers and sister, and we had a party in the backyard. It was strange.

Of course the strangest part was that we all had a really good time. Part of that was the little kids, of course, who didn't really get what was happening and were very cheerful and full of joy, and part of which is that it is a sin not to appreciate a beautiful summer evening, no matter what is happening.

And then this morning, Cynthia emailed me that it was over, that she died last night, at home, surrounded by her family. May we all be fortunate enough to die like that.

Today's horoscope:
An associate is acting out of character. Be sensitive and don't rock the boat. Circumstances will stabilize.

One year ago today:
"Russell Crowe was clearly born in a hard month, in a hard year, during a freak outbreak of total hardness."
-Ian Nathan-Empire Magazine-June 2000

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