Scenes from a weekend

Last Sunday, we had a picnic for the Jamaican ladies who took care of our mother. My brother made curried goat, my brother-in-law made jerk chicken, and we rounded it out with yellow rice, coleslaw, and tabouli. Yeah, tabouli isn't exactly Jamaican, but I had lots of parsley going begging.

There were screaming balloons, board games, water-drenched children and badminton. My sister-in-law gets some kind of prize for playing badminton with her 10 week old baby strapped onto her chest.

And there was homemade ice cream, tutti-frutti, because that's what we always make. Everyone cranked, especially the children. Child labor is a good thing when ice cream is involved.

This coming weekend, my sister will again walk in the American Cancer Society's Relay For Life. It's her way of honoring our mother, and her father-in-law, both of whom recently died of cancer.

If you have a reason to do so - and who doesn't - won't you support Relay For Life? Clicking on the luminaria to the right will take you to my sister's page. I'll thank you, and she will, and maybe your donation will help kick cancer's ass.