The Title of This Piece Is “Father’s Day Daisy Daze.”
I’m still hanging in there, but the ideas are fading fast. I am filled with dread that I might have to fall back on what I’ve previously said would be my last resort. That’s right — pictures of G-2.
Today, however, things fell into place nicely. The ditches along local highways are filled with clover, white flowering weeds, the gray puffy stuff you can blow off dandelion stems, and blooming yellow things. Also, DAISIES.
When I got home, The Feeshko verified the result of my test, but only after I asked. I showed her the daisy I brought home so she could conduct her own test to see if I love her. (Of course, I already knew what the result would be.) She declined to do the test right away and, instead, asked me to put the daisy in a little vase filled with water.