I am in a fever of impatience to go look at tile and find the
black and white checkerboard that I want for the kitchen and
utility room. I have endeavored to make it look country French and I want the laminate floor removed. It doesn't work
well in my kitchen and in the one bathroom where I have it.

I have plans for an herb garden and I am ready to get the
good dirt I need for the squash and tomatoes. Rex, stubborn
beast that he is is going to have to give up his digging habit. I caught him red pawed last night and although he
acted contrite, I knew he was not really sorry.

We are still dealing with hysteria and it is very distressing.
Bobby is very strong and he is able to deal with his illness,
chemo and working every day, I am talking about emotional
strength because he is physically weak and has lost at least
35 pounds. Last night, as therapy, I sat down and painted a
strange picture of riotous flowers, a primitive hidden cat, bird and
dog. My intent was to fill up the canvas with color and wild
imaginings. It helped. Cooking helps too and I made two
batches of chocolate eclairs. One for Bobby's family and
one for us. I feel the stress as a literal belly ache.