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Episode 1

Dear friends - the spring is upon us again. The time of healing, new future, and hope. At a time like this, my heart fills with yearning for something intangible - perhaps just for a simpler life, perhaps something else. It must be all the green plants growing, the little buzzing insects and the song of birds that make my mind so sensitive to things I would never think of at any other time of the year. As for simplicity - I was just outside today, watering and weeding my prize begonias. My wife and my son-in-law watched me toil away, carrying the water, kneeling to pull out the weeds. I let them watch. After all, they are the ones who support me now that I have been convicted for breaking and entering Elton John's mansion in Georgia. It's appalling, isn't it? He does not even live there - he hardly visits the place! And the piano I smashed can be replaced easily. And besides, it wasn't as though I took anything of importance; just the flamboyant sunglasses he wore when he performed at Carnegie Hall.

When I was deep in these thoughts, my son-in-law made a few remarks about the glasses - I was wearing them against the piercing sunshine - and I answered him good-naturedly enough... but then, all of a sudden, something occurred to me. Why do some people take possessions so seriously? I can understand why Elton John would price sunglasses over family - I am in no way an uptight man - but we see the same behaviour in perfectly ordinary people! Everyone I know worries more about the money they make rather than the friends they have. But not I. I learned after the theft of these sunglasses that only my family matters to me, not the charges that are pending in the court system. Do any of my so-called friends even remember the time when hippies practically forced us to wear sunglasses all the time? I bet they don't! Always remember - you are lucky if you can decide when to wear your glasses. For myself, I am content to wear them when doing my gardening - not after dark. And despite all the little differences I may be having with my son-in law, he agrees with me on this.

Episode 2

Greetings, my dear beloved friends! Summer is here again to bring joy into our hearts and souls. It is the time of warm and star-studded nights, bright, fulfilling relationships, agreeable weather, and an overwhelming abundance of growth in the family garden this year. I pass row after row of ripening vegetables: zucchinis, carrots, cucumbers, all succulent, nipping at the sunlight as if in silent contemplation. I hear my wife hustle and bustle in the kitchen, preparing some homemade biscuits for tonight's supper. I'm gathering some fresh herbs for the evening's festivities; it is always joyous to meet with one's family, but this time there will also be solemn discussions. As I pluck a few leaves of basil I contemplate my terms of endearment.

Going back to the house, I pause for a moment to watch the children play in the nearby playground. Their innocent laughter is like a healing salve on the wounds I have received during my long life. They are not yet aware of what life can be like - a bit the same way I wasn't aware that the girl I met in my shed last Tuesday night was sort of underage, and kind of related to me. It was dark and all, and she did not exactly tell me that she was the offspring of my wife's daughter. Don't take me wrong, though: my wife has been married before and the daughter she has is not mine. But I do not blame her for that; I mean, I'm not fussy that way. And the young girl certainly was eager to her purpose, as I am now.

I pause again at the front door. My son-in-law should be arriving shortly. I have a feeling I know exactly what he is going to tell me; how he considers pressing charges against me. After that, he will probably go all magnanimous on me, saying that he will let this time pass seeing how I'm his kin, in a way. I also know how my wife feels about all this, and there's nothing I can do to help her reaction. I guess I will just have to ride it out, the way I always do.

Some of us seem to have more than our share of problems. Some of us have more urgent needs than others, while others may wield a mean character, sharp tongue, or a swift kitchen knife. I will watch out when I walk in through that door, my friends.