Let's skim over this whole unemployed thing for a moment and talk about the past four days or so for a few moments.
|Pyook Berard, the man behind the fiddle (and his true love, the guitar)|
June 26, 1960 - February 26, 2014
"A simple and humble man, Pyook was an award-winning world-renowned musician. He was a gift to his culture, never boasting of himself and always complimenting and encouraging other musicians, even hosting his “Fiddle Camp” to share techniques with other aspiring musicians, young and old." ~ Pellerin Obituary I will always remember Pyook's music and the kindness that he exuded.
On Saturday I attended Pyook's services with my Dad. It was a lovely mass and the turnout was incredible. Musicians from all over came out to share and celebrate his life with Mrs. Karleen and his daughters. It was a beautiful day. He was a wonderful man and seems like he was taken way too soon but the greatness of Pyook was that he lived ever day like he was dying and to the fullest and made everyone he encountered feel human and special. May he rest in peace and may his music continue to make hearts sing.
Prior to the weekend, I picked Bailey up in carpool and we headed to Sweet Frog for a little frozen treat before stopping at the grocery store. It was really lovely having a bit of time with her and just relaxing.
|The mango is the best|
|She had a little fun|
|When the scale comes out, magic happens|
|Chocolate Chip Yogurt Bread|
|The best damn brownies EVER|
|Interesting billboard placement at the tracks.|
When I got back on Saturday, K and I headed downtown and walked around viewing the aftermath of Spanishtown Parade. We hung out around the Capital and enjoyed the view.
|Oh yea, it's that good|
|Bai sent me a pic from the parade|
|Ooey, gooey yummy cookie bars|