glenn died. i was crying uncontrollably. he and someone else i knew died the same day, but i couldn't think about the other person, i was so upset. i kept thinking about the last time i went to halifax and how i could have hung out with him, but i didn't. i had to break the news to everyone.

instead of daniel's, my brain went here.

part I: singing a famous song about canada with the tom fun orchestra. it was very patriotic but most were just singing it as an excuse to sing pretty harmonies (read: me, alicia and morgan).

part II: at an outdoor folk festival where old man luedecke was soon to take the stage, tom fun congregated outside and some decided to enjoy the 4-wheelers on such a sunny summer day. uninterested, i went to use a bathroom where i had to wade through a tub full of water to get to the toilet. my pants were rolled up, the window was open and the boys raced by on the stupid machines. i realized the tub was full to the brim because of a constant drip in the tap. i wondered why no one had pulled the plug... so i did and waded out of the room as it drained.

outside, the stage was being set and albert met me in the parking lot to explain that although ian was deadset on making it home to cape breton in time for his weekly worship, albert had decided we weren't leaving until both tom fun and OML had played. i nodded without caring too much. the boys pulled up on 4-wheelers, some hesistant to approach me and some fun-loving.

part III: carly martin wrote on my facebook.