A Week in the Life

Neighbor 114

E-mailed me today wanting a dossier on the new tenants moving into Trusted's former home. I am sure he meant well. He was tickled to find out the new tenant comes with their own yard guy.

The Bee Whisperer

The bees are gone. The shrub is gone. The hive was new, the comb was small. Both are good things. And, he didn't need to bee suit. His dignity is intact.

The Smiths

Monday's problem.

Wayward

This one has taxed my good nature beyond belief. As soon as I can find something lighthearted in the whole situation--or if enough time passes that this isn't horrifying--I will write about it. For now, I need prayers for strength.