August 13, 2003
Apparently, there is some level of human being that finds any kind act, the act of thoughtfulness and caring, to be “bothersome”. So I stopped the gift thing and no longer gift, but write or call instead. I think that friends are like flowers to the soul. If you’re a good gardener, you’ll know the weeds from the flowers. Pull the weeds, no matter how much they look like lovely flowers, so the true flowers have room to grow, and the weeds do not choke them out. I recently got rid of a weed, and I’m glad the bastard’s gone!