The sooner we realize we live in a Dickens novel, the sooner we laugh about everything and move on

Well, Ben finally did his talk. That was a relief. He put so much work into it, it came off almost uncommonly polished sounding, so Alice said. Good job. 

This weekend was rather intense with two funerals to attend. We were discussing who would do our eulogies by the end of Saturday. It's good to reflect on how we're counting our days.

While sad for the occasion, I savored my chance to chat up some missionaries about their recent assignments. It's so interesting to learn about what's going on in the day-to-day of foreign countries.

I saw Paris 36 last night with a bunch of girls. I loved the vaudeville French singing. I wish I could sing like that, in French. I have challenged Ben to find the key I'm best in and write a song that makes me sound good. Hah! He says I've gotten better with Rock Band. I admit, I wasn't a Rock Band fanatic to begin with, but there is a "certain pull" as Sarah puts about it. Once you get drummin' it might be a while before we quit -- okay, it's until we're kicked out by people sick of our cacophony of ruckus.