I was busy trying to remember what I was forgetting to do today, avoiding things I ought to be doing. It was a beautiful spring day and the park was so full I wondered if there was some sort of festival going on. I was in the attic making a mess when I remembered it was the day for Mrs. Lachman’s memorial service. Well, it was a wake and she wanted us to remember her happily and we tried that. I met lots of her family who looked more familiar than I’d expect, but it’s Portland and I’m sure I’ve met them in the past.

On my way home I realized it’s May already and I missed a friend’s open house. I guess I was double booked. Most of the time I’m just avoiding the realization that I have nothing to do.