foosball

it's been a peaceful weekend. spent a lot of time between reading and knitting while listening to an audio book. i've cooked dinner a few times and brendan has praised my cooking which is always encouraging. i'm actually not as bad of a cook as i thought, i'm just not particularly creative and it's not an activity that i enjoy the way others do.

this afternoon bren and i went to a memorial service of an acquaintance from ktown. a friendly and kind-hearted guy who we often crossed paths with. the circumstances around his death are unsettling and tragic. but the service was a wonderful celebration of his life, and one full of love, appreciation, and forgiveness. i haven't attended many funerals of people that i felt did the person justice or reflected them, but this one did. 

i'm feeling a bit solemn, quiet, reflective. not really sure what to do with myself for the rest of the evening. i guess that happens when a person has a lot of their mind.

love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.