Why there is no Radio b today →[More:] I had planned on playing a radio show May 9, but frankly I’m just not feeling it. Our next-door neighbor died Wednesday, and we just learned about it tonight. She’d been fighting cancer for as long as I’d known her, and it finally won. As, it seems, it usually does.

This sort of thing happens every day. I know, because for the last ten years I’ve been dealing with variations on the theme on a more-or-less daily basis. I think I now know more dead people than I do living ones. An occupational hazard, I suppose, but it does sorta climb on top of you from time to time.

I’m not gonna get into eulogizing our neighbor; I liked her quite well, but this isn’t really the time or place. I’d said that I’d be good for a radio show per week, and I guess this is to explain why I’m not doing one this time. Too much death weighs on the mind after awhile.

In lieu of the usual hugs & whuffles, if you feel inclined to do such a thing, please relate a happy story regarding gardening. Or maybe one that just takes place in a garden. Paula’s garden is truly a thing of beauty, one that routinely makes passers-by stop in their tracks and marvel.