The birds are singing. Billy is flaked out next to me on the red couch. Hubby is upstairs, fiddling.

what to do today but the gardening I had promised myself to do? The sun is here, it is now the time or never. I cant believe how very intolerant I am of people in Mundy. Sigh. May I become more compassionate, generous and open minded. this park is not mine only. And it is now super popular. In many ways, it felt good to have an excuse to yell at that lady who had been bugging me the whole walk. But childish and intolerant. And ignorant and foolish. I should never waste word with people who yell at me or are intolerant.