Last night we had our monthly meeting. Such a pleasant time! The building we were supposed to use was locked, so we went across the street to a lovely park. There was a musical group setting up when we arrived, and they played almost the whole time we were there. Turns out, one of the musicians is the husband of our Grand Pumbah, Diana.  haha... Gathered at a picnic table, and had cool breezes, pizza, wine, cheese and grapes, and wonderful time, chatting about music and arts and religion and poetry. I shared one sad poem, and a couple of the others shared some really good stuff. I'm so glad to be among such talented people. If the picture had gotten any perfecter, I would't have believed it.