Another beautiful weekend in Szalonna featured the best goddamn blueberry pancakes I have ever made, turkey chili in the bogracs by Brian, and perfect chicken shishkabob in sate sauce on the grill. The bad weather skipped over us with only a light shower the entire weekend. Attila cut the grass and managed to decapitate only one of my flowers. The yard is looking pretty darn good now. The gladioli (kardvirag) are shooting up. I cannot believe at this growth rate they will only flower in August. The herbs have survived, the ivy by the stone wall is clinging to dear life, and little pink flowers are coming up out of the clovers Abi helped me plant, but no such luck with the white forget-me-nots. Some gems from the campfire chats include Brian telling me that I am "the wierdest Jew I have ever met." I think I will take that as a complement, and the following as a success: "You are the first person in my life to get me to donate to charity by thinking about it, not just motivated by guilt." Don't ask what we had been drinking...I came out with, "Contrary to the t-shirt, shit doesn't just happen - people make it happen." And, "I have the patience of a Jewish saint." There was so much philosophy pouring out of us, we decided to stay another day and let it gestate. I think there will be a few new songs and poems given birth to in the near future.