All the raccoons seem to die in my backyard. There are now two perished which I will have to bury later today. K came in the bedroom weeping over the deaths. She is a mother and feels for the mother and children of all animals. Her compassion, sometimes hidden, has always made her beautiful.
nature has a way of knocking the wind out of you.
Ukulele’s are a blast to play.
County stickers are due to be on vehicles today – I suppose I ought to go get one or two.
I’ve no interest in the goings on of wall street thought, again, I ought.
Now I need some wood, paint and a few other things that will go unmentioned as they are interesting only to myself and voyeurs.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 