Time marches on...

 Other than the death of the eldest original member of the Grateful Dead this past week, there's not been much of note here at Dragons' Roost.

The passing of Phil Lesh hit me pretty hard, but I am coping, as any Deadicated music fan does.  

I mean... I never met the man, but I spent every available dollar, and every available hour, watching him and his "brothers" on stage, as part of the tie-dyed, gyrating, ecstatic crowd of Dead Heads, between 1978 and 1995.

Then, beyond the death of Jerry Garcia, into the years after.  Through the various iterations of the band, until 2015, when a tribe of friends and family all chipped in to send me and Dave to Chicago, to see what was to be the last time the surviving original members of the band played together.  
 

That was during my first year of chemotherapy, when I was bald, and undergoing the most dangerous phase of treatment.  The phase that kills many patients.

Being a part of the Dead Head community was a HUGE part of my life, and still is, in how I view the world, and is part of my spirit.

So, yeah.  It was tough news, and brought up ALL KINDS of emotions.

Time marches on.  

If we are lucky, it marches on, and Phil made it to 84, despite so many odds against him.  

Peaceful rest, "Uncle" Phil.... 

Anyway... the weather has been spectacular the past couple of days, and, though we will be seeing more unseasonable heat in the next few days, they are FINALLY calling for a good, soaking rain on the day before Halloween.

After a surprisingly wet spring and summer, we have not had a drop of rain since August (I think), and the grass is brown and crunchy.

I will finish putting up my Halloween decorations today, for the most part.  I have to work at the office on Halloween, but I will save an item or two for after I get home that day, especially if it's going to rain between now and then.

My brother (who is why I am a Deadhead) has his 72nd birthday this coming week, and my family is gathering at his house today for a little celebration.   I sent him a gift that I hope arrives while they are there, so that I can sort of be there, too.

Dave's first therapy appointment was a bust.  Apparently, the therapist brought up politics, and Dave ended the session at 15 minutes.

Have a good week, and Happy Halloween!