Materials arrived this afternoon.
I cleaned up a bunch of leaves, weeds and twigs from the front yard at Edgewater. Filled the truck, made a trip to the transfer station and came back for the rest.
Nice emails from Sandy and Eilis.
Rented “The Shape of Water” for cheap. Ron liked it a lot. I thought “Three Billboards” was better. Still want to see “Get Out” and “The Post”.
The poem at the end, which came across as a sappy Harlequin romance bit, was written by a Sufi about his relationship with God. It makes a lot more sense that way.
“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”