April 20, 2019

Steve Benjamin, a fixture in my life since the 3rd grade, is dead. It is the most amazing thing.  I had a crush on him during my latency, when I had no idea what a crush was. I took it for opposition, supposing him a scofflaw of some sort, which everyone was in comparison to me at that point. I miss that we never had time to engage as adults. He was handsome even in the 3rd grade.

Spaded out fourteen new bamboo shoots yesterday, thirty today.

Rain. The Wayside is under water. Who will make my cocktails?

Holy Saturday