Cannot believe it’s February.  Ran this morning on the beach – sun out, ocean blue, it was just wonderful.

Now we are getting ready to head into Charleston to do some shopping, some lunching, and maybe sight-seeing.  Last night, some friends who had been on a restrictive diet left for home, and we all proceeded to binge on here-to-fore contraband potato chips.  We couldn’t eat them fast enough!

And ice cream for dessert after dinner – I could have eaten my weight in chocolate last night… I didn’t.

Verbal is passed out at my feet as I type.  And our host has the TV on with Whitney Houston’s funeral broadcast on CNN… it reminds me of when I was in Zürich and Michael Jackson’s funeral was on TV.  So very strange.

The reporter here is talking about the wake service…. and described it as a service where people would cry, mourn, and scream.  That a wake originally was to “wake” the dead through screaming in mourning.  Um, I have been to many wakes, and I have never witnessed people screaming.  Am I missing something?  Please, if you have been to a wake where people screamed as they keened, let me know.  Maybe it’s just a celebrity thing.

This reporter… haven’t figured out who he is… is pretty obsequious.

Aaaah, he has now added that the screaming is part of a black Baptist church wake.    OK – I haven’t been to a wake at a black Baptist church… so I guess if you have, let me know.

Alright, I’m waxing and certainly not philosophically.  Time to sign off.

As ever,

K. Quinn