Man, what a weekend.
Friday, my mom called and told me that my dad has been diagnosed with a really aggressive cancer. It will probably end him. It's weird the way that the illusion of immortality of youth, while it may wear thin, somehow manages to persist until one confronts the imminent death of a parent.
Yesterday, we held the inaugural meeting of a Magickal working group that I'm forming with some some friends. One of our intended number failed to show. This is a bummer, as frankly, he;s going through a rough patch. I hope everything is OK by him.
Today, it is snowing. A lot. 3-6 inches were predicted, but there's more like 9-12 already, and the radar doesn't show it moving out of here very quickly. All I can say is YUCK.
Last time I put the begging bowl out and beat the drum, it was for for Bob Wilson; I'm doing it again for a musician that I really dig and respect, SJ Tucker.
SJ landed in hospital with severe abdominal pain, and the diagnosis is still not in- it may be appendicitis, and it may be something else. Whatever the case, She's going to end up with a whopping bill, and doesn't have insurance. So, anyhow, there's a big sale and fundraiser going on over at http://www.skinnywhitechick.com, and the details on her status are up there as well.
It's hard enough trying to make a living as a career musician without having to deal with sudden medical bills. See if you can't lend her a hand by buying an album, or just kitting the donate button and throwing a couple buck her way for the karma points. Hell, just downsize your afternoon coffee and send her the difference if you like what she does.