I dug up the statue of St. Joseph that I buried at our house.

The trouble is he lost his head. This upset me quite a bit. My father, who lent me the statue and should be upset was like St. Joseph is in Heaven, don’t worry about him.

I feel terrible. I’m sure there is some special punishment for me. As you can see the thing now looks like its fourth century. Anyway, this is the way of my life unintentional beheading of items of worship and devotion. Don’t trust me with your Bodhi tree, I’ll probably wind up chopping it down.