I don't want to open up a big bag of cheese or anything, but sometimes you can't help but notice stuff.
On the 24th, on Tuesday, my wife's chorus, NiH (which I do extremely occasional backstage work for) lost one of its members, Marky Pace, after her long fight against a brain tumor. Marky was a completely open and receptive person, someone who feels like you've known her forever even when, in my case, you've probably only ever had about five substantial conversations. Well, and once I spent a Saturday lugging dirt and stuff around her garden. Marky had a great smile and a kind demeanor, but also eyes that said she'd seen her share of the shit, pal. That when there needed to be, there was steel behind that smile. That she'd managed to experience life like that without being darkened by it is a quality of which I'm profoundly envious. Marky was a bright presence in the world and will be missed sorely by those she leaves behind.
The next day (because you see where I'm going with this), on the 25th, one of the other members of NiH had her baby. Kate Pritchard and Mark Doyle welcomed Rose Elizabeth Doyle to the party here with the rest of us, and since many of my blog readers do not know Kate and Mark, let me explain something to you. Yes, yes - Rose is a gorgeous baby small person - her little nose alone in the pictures'll just kill you - but the important thing here is that Kate and Mark are awesome open-minded good smart people, and I have every confidence that they will be shaping Rose into one of those people we need more of here on Earth. So congrats to the Pritchard/Doyles!
Now: go have your Friday.
