She was weak she said but goes out for doctors appointments basically.

It is the time for sugaring off, le temps des sucres...the maples are giving out sap and maple syrup is being made at her son's farm for it. 

We spoke a bit of mass, and singing in church like she used to do. We spoke of Love and not God. Does it exist the after life? No one knows.  The snow is all melted and it is warmish but no sunshine.  The earth and soil will be frozen deep this spring from lack of snow: bad for farming she said. There was virtually no snow this year in Montreal. Not much at all anyway.

I am making a point of being sober today. No drink, no dope. BJG should be back in 24 hours. I will clean the kitchen so no drug paraphernalia is tempting him when he returns right away... 

Nawang Khechog is singing his flute and mantras right now. Very nice.