Peace Walk

The group of Buddhist Monks from Texas arrived in PBO last night. I went to hear them talk, or rather, tried to hear them...the crowd was large (by PBO standards). I was actually very happy to see so many people come out to greet them. I went out this morning to see the procession. I parked at Tops and walked across the highway to get a few pictures. The fact that so many people want to see these monks, who really are just bringing attention to the need for peace and compassion, shows how spiritually desperate this nation is for a positive message. I didn't get to see Aloka. I think their dog was riding in the RV. Smart dog.

Helena

I'm a little behind here...Helena was born Jan 8 at 3:30am. I was hoping she would arrive on Jan 7, which is mom's birthday, but she did arrive eventually, safe and sound. Mom and baby did well. Miguel and I drove to Augusta on Jan 6. I stayed overnight at Bert's; Mike stayed in the hotel. Hotels are way cheaper there than they were in DC, BTW. We helped get the boys to school and Milo off to daycare. They are such good kids. What a blessing. Bert and baby came home Friday and we got back home about 5. Poor Sophie missed us. She gets so nervous. Crazy old dog. I think Clawdia missed me, too, but it's hard to tell with her. Now it's back to the usual routine.

Cathy Jones

Not too long ago Ricky informed us that his wife Cathy was diagnosed with stage 3 bladder cancer. Then the next text stated she had stage 4 bladder cancer with metastasis to the stomach. She went home with hospice. She passed away yesterday. I feel very sad for Ricky. He has endured a lot of losses the past few years--more than his share. I am so glad we were able to get together during the reunion in Alamogordo.