September 23, 2018

One of my favorite days of the year. Who knows why? Maybe something wonderful happened on September 23rd.  Cleaned the pond filter, released a pinkish-goldish fish that had come out with the gunk. Hacked bamboo. Weeded a little. Dug holes for daffodil bulbs, not accomplishing what I meant to. Progress on Sam-sam. Regretted something with all my heart, but was unable to pin down exactly what it was. Miss Sam. I hope things are going as he planned. Watching Jason on Face Book. When I knew him he wanted to be a better-and-better artist. Now he has become a professional VET, nursing a never-ending grievance, which though genuine will not uphold him. One shrugs where only God can see.