In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Sweetheart. How are you feeling today? Are you making a house? How's the hair? It's hot here. Ugh. Right now, it's almost 5 pm. I usually use this time to tend the yard, but it's so hot right now, I think I'll procrastinate. There's always something to do around here, and what's next on my list is filling up peat pots with dirt, then doing more burning to create more dirt. But first I'll go search for more mango seeds. Oh, my first hybrids turned out OK. At this point it looks like out of my first 7, 4 of them survived. But it could be that they would spring back to life, so I'll let them be for a while.
Bob Cat keeps scratching his eye, so I keep on having to clean it and ice it down. I think it's time for his first visit to the vet. The vet is such a long drive away, and they're not open weekends and public holidays. Plus this bald spot between his shoulders seems to be getting bigger. Call me paranoid, but I'm worried it could be some kind of brain or blood disease. Maybe the vet will tell me otherwise. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Well it's 10:30 pm now, and I'm just watching TV. It's a evaluation of Paiste crash cymbals. I don't know where I'm going to fit a full drum kit in my tiny little bedroom, because I'm certainly not going to play drums without air conditioning. Well I can I suppose, for that total heart failure effect. I'm going to have to install AC in the next room. Plus a divider to keep the cats away from the drum mics. I can make quite a racket with just one small drum, imagine what a noise I can make with a whole kit. I want to express the Fury of Allah with my drumming, inshaAllah.
I pray you are having a great time and taking it easy on your heart. I wish we were together. I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
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