I spent the weekend in Oak Hill which was a little subdued because half the family is under the weather and the weather is a little under itself. Spring comes two or three weeks later up here than in the city. It was my friends' daughter's fourth birthday and they had a swim party at a YMCA which was fun even though it's really hard not to snark at basting and swimming in Clorox®. We missed a wedding at the Twelve Tribes compound. The ceremony is said to be full of ritual reverance and divinity. Couples in the Tribe are not allowed to even kiss before they get married there although they may hold hands. I would hope they have elaborate forms of handsies and arm wrestling to go with the sweaty palms. The honeymoon suite near the creek gets lots of spring and summer action. I'm going to try and come up to the Grey Fox bluegrass festival again this year. There's an Irish music festival in nearby East Durham at the same time. The hills will ring of droney folk music while the people dance like chickens.