Antibalas Has Left the House

I've never made pancakes for a dozen people before, and I've never seen them devoured as eagerly or as fast as this morning between 9-10 a.m. These guys were up and showered and fed and on the road by 10:15, and we had handshakes and hugs all around.

Lizzie was up late - very late - until everyone had come down from their performance highs and crashed. She apparently had friendly words with our local constable about the jamming going on in the back yard in the middle of the night. Officer Hagerty may haunt her, but I'm pretty sure this one was friendly enough.

Then back to work on the Tumbleweed Cabaret web site and other odd jobs, after picking up the Spit, which just got an oil change.

The tension of the day, which we always managed to turn into fun work, is that Lizzie is leaving tomorrow, hittin' the road, adios amigos for the moment, and there's so much she needs to do. But we decided this morning that as every moment is Now, that the time between starting a job and finishing it must be Now, which is the same Now as Now, and therefore of infinately, unmeasurably, short duration. In other words, all of the work is already long done, and we're running around, busy as hens, remembering that it's already done.

And I can't say that's much easier than actually a doing the work. But one of my favorite zen sayings is, "work without doing!". So easier or not, I think we're on the right track.