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:: Monday, April 21, 2003 ::

God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.

Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.

Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.

The sweat of hard work is not to be displayed. It is much more graceful to appear to be favored by the gods. -- Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior

Easter was very, very enjoyable this year. Tiring, but enjoyable. I awoke early, sat on my stoop, drank my coffee, smoked my cigarettes, and watched the wildflowers grow. I finally got busy around nine o'clock and began clearing the back area of my sideyard outside my bedroom windows. There were so many weeds, decayed planters, Coke cans, and leaves, that it took a while. I turned all the soil and then focused on that stump of the ironroot tree I cut down a couple of weeks ago. I had to stop about 11:30 to get ready to go to Mom and Dad's in Arlington for Easter dinner.

The weather was beautiful all day. We had a great dinner of honey-baked ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, broccoli rice casserole, cantelope, watermelon, and Mom's great rolls. My niece Grace looked like Pebbles Flintstone and has started to crawl. My nephew Brooks was his usual hilarious self. Granny was very pleasant, but she asked the dreaded question on which I thought she had given up hope: "Are you ever going to get married or am I going to have to go start beating the bushes to find you a wife?" I just said, "I don't know," and moved on.

Mom gave me some wood fern to plant when I left. I went by Home Depot to pick up some supplies and by the Farmers Market to pick up some hibiscus for my remaining pots out front. When I arrived home, I finished mixing the bloodmeal in the soil I turned and planted the English ivy and wood fern. I finished all that and then felled the weed tree forest that has grown up around my porch railing in the front. Boy, did that make a difference. It took me until after dark to bag all those branches, but I was kept company by my friend Tom W who stopped by after the symphony in the park.

When I finally finished all that I could do, I drew a hot oatmeal and chamomille bath. Love that. I called Tucker to see if he had arrived back home from his mother's. He had, and we chatted a while, although the whole conversation seemed somewhat forced. Perhaps I'm finally over him. I hope so. It's been difficult being an emotional yo-yo these past few weeks. We'll see.

P.S. Thanks to Heather for her kind comments yesterday.

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