I'm back.
Went for a 6:15 am walk around the neighborhood. First tho I saw the bird bath lacked wawa, so I came inside and refilled it.
When I got home I grabbed my clippers and traveled around the yard clipping the multitude of weeds.
So many. So many.
Got a nasty gash in my left arm and tried to staunch it with a Band-Aid, but it wouldn't open up.
Look, it's only 8 minutes to 7 am.
Gonna eat my oatmeal shortly. Already inject 12 units, the max.
When I got home from Scott's last night - he's on a one-week vacation - I watched the entire 2 hour American Masters presentation on Toni Morrison.
It's only available online for a week or so.
Sent it to New Directions, my support group. I gotta figure out how to keep us all together.
Here's a Morrison video from 1990 you can watch.
She was a physically beautiful woman.
My late friend Elaine Restifo whose funeral I attended at St Philips Chapel in Lambertville NJ
would tell people she was half-black.
Elaine wasn't all that old.
Here's her funeral on me blog.
Morrison was 88.
When I woke up this morning I felt very close to Dad.
Hey Dad, I said. Thanks to you and Mommy for buying me this house.
Birds outside seem to be dive-bombing my house.
PATRICK'S TREE
EE YOY EE YOY
OH OH NOOOOO
PSHOY PSHOY
Bump Thump Pound Ground
Pound Ground
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