Your yard work and Xoie's play pile are key, as when stuff like that are on track we feel
better in ourselves about other things. I know cuz i don't do as good a job as you do.
Your roses sound great. I have a small straggly one which came naturally from nowhere. Now i take the roses to the pub since the young woman friend in the liquor store, who helped me not play the poker machines, left about a year ago.
All the dough saved under her kind eye has gone. So have devised another escape valve. On Nov. 1 a young woman behind the bar at the local General Gordon goes to Britain with her fiancee to visit his parents and two grandmothers, one 94 the other 92, think it was. I did a pinky promise with her that set in cement no gambling on the slots until their return on the 25th, or i'd give her $100. Then i extended the deal to about 8++ other employees, so no pokies in November for me. Stopping in the nick of time has been one saving grace of my life. It came a bit late as i sorta lost control, then it became absolutely the time to build another life-boat again. Their trip provided the opportunity.
It was Plato who said, “He, O men, is the wisest, who like Socrates, knows that his wisdom is in truth worth nothing”