Oh Juneteenth, I could not remember which direction to turn the shower faucet to make the water warmer
On Juneteenth, I ate a salad of the last of my garden lettuce. It was a bit bitter, but good
On Juneteenth, I went to Best Buy, the only person in the store not wearing a mask, to continue my quest to figure out how to hardwire a tablet to the internet
On Juneteenth, my dog got ahold of a dead chipmunk that one of my cats must have left as a present for me, and I had a heck of a time getting it away from him
On Juneteenth, one of my cucumber vines decided it no longer cared to climb up the $20 trellis I had bought specifically for that cucumber vine
On Juneteenth, I went out for a drink and a snack and I found two bits of glass in my food!
On Juneteenth I remembered that time I found a tiny pearl in an oyster. I had been sad that day, someone had betrayed me and hurt me very badly, and the pearl made me happy
On Juneteenth, a memory of a pearl made me happy
The day after Juneteenth, I remembered that pearl again (see above) and my freewrite made me happy
This is my entry to 
image is a detail of a painting by Chris Randolph