Last Friday I drove down to Silver Spring, Md. to spend Shabbat with my dear friends. I had not seen them in a number of years. They are thoughtful people, I mean they have lots of thoughts and it is a pleasure to talk with them in addition to the fact that they are very kind. One is an academic, and the other is embarking on a new career direction having begun grad school this summer. She is a warm, funny, honest person and with whom I have always enjoyed spending time. She cooked up a storm. There was home made delicious chicken soup, home made challah, 2 kinds of delicious chicken, roasted broccoli and home made cake. I so enjoyed getting to see their children. It is amazing how children grow up so much when you do not see them.
She and I talked until bedtime Friday night and then through Shabbat morning (instead of shul). Then after lunch and my nap, we talked more through the end of Shabbat.
Sunday around noon I left and drove to the Island of Chiconteague in Virginia.
I was accompanied on the 3 + hour ride by a crime novel on cd. I never actually read these. When read to me on cd they make great traveling companions and do not interrupt or require rest stops, ever.
The scenery was beautiful. Who knew there was so much water and lush greenery in Maryland and Virginia?
Not I, that 's for sure...
I arrived in the later afternoon at Miss Molly's Bed and Breakfast . There I unloaded my fresh produce into the communal fridge on the screened in veranda and made my way up the Victorian stair case to the Captain Jack Quarters (really a small room with a queen sized bed and feather pillow top and quite adequate for my needs). Unfortunately the room did not come with it's own Captain Jack. Such is the life of the single mom vacationer. My bathroom was in the hall (but all my own, again, no Jack). I unloaded, showered and contemplated my options. I decided it was best to get my lay of the land so I took a drive through Chiconteague making sure to remember where the main thoroughfares were and then over the Island of Assateague (where the ponies live). I followed the inn keepers instructions, my favorite left turn was onto Chicken City Road. That's some name, huh?
I saw no chickens but they did have some ponies in pens and they were lovely there (and tame, enough). So as I drove to the National Park on Assateague I saw the wild ponies grazing in the marsh and it was a sight, beautiful animals. I have to repeat, along side the road there were wild ponies grazing. I drove on to the Atlantic Ocean at the end of the Island. I sat on the beach for quite a while and caught a magnificent pink/orange sunset on the opposite side of the Atlantic's crashing waves. This is a mental picture. Splendid and fantastic are about the only words I can use to describe it. I returned to Chiconteague noting every single solitary tourist trap in which I might want to sell my soul before I left the Island. For dinner, I opted for tuna (cans I had brought with me) and my mixed greens salad for dinner with strawberries for dessert on the veranda, partaking of the B & B water cooler for an aperitif. I went up to my room and connected online to the world with my new lap top. After reading more of my book, South of Broad by Pat Conroy. I slept well on the feather down and awoke to my favorite morning smell, brewed coffee.
For my first day's mission I booked myself on a pontoon boat tour of the Island waterways to see the local water fowl and of course, the ponies (I was not alone, as the captain has a "six pack license and he tour with 6 passengers). Coated with mosquito repellent and sun screen, I spent two hours on the "Spider Explorer" and enjoyed the beautiful weather and saw many long necked snowy egrets, a majestic blue heron, and the iconic ponies. Captain Spider (as he known) gave a knowledgeable tour of geography, history, and industry (clamming, crabbing and oyster rearing, don'tcha know). Captain Spider even had lots of cold bottled water for us. Yearly, on the last Wednesday in July the town population doubles to watch the ponies swim across from Assateague to Chiconteague. Their arrival and subsequent sale benefit to the Chiconteague Fire Company which this year raised less than in the past since it has been difficult financially.
An exciting related tangent: Miss Molly's Inn does not raise their rates for the Pony Swim event booking but they and another local B & B have several celebratory additions at that time. Captain Spider books 2 years in advance to watch the ponies swim (leaving at 5 AM to get a good spot). This is a once in a life time event and I hope I can do it in the future...
After that fun filled adventure I went to the Post Office and mailed off post cards to my children--hoping they arrive before camp ends next week. Then I returned to my first love (the ocean). Equipped with the B & B beach towel, their beach chair /knap sack combo, cool water, the omnipresent Diet Coke and my novel I made a perfect afternoon of it. The sun was hot; the water was cold; the air was ocean breezy; I was in my own personal heaven. Did I say splendid and revelatory, yet? I stayed as long as I possibly could before dark. When I prepared to depart I walked along the Tom's Cove boardwalk through the marsh opposite the ocean beach. There I learned Assateague came from an Indian word and that the indigenous people of the area had a ritual of burying they dead's bones in ossuaries. I also learned a bit about how marsh grass roots go deep and hold in place to feed many organisms dependent upon it for life.
Reluctantly, I returned to the B & B, showered and removed the sand.
Then I made my way through the maze of retail duck decoys, bookstores, t-shirts, pony printed towels, lighthouse snow globe, nicknacks, and chachkas. I bought some useful souvenirs for my children such as a copy of Misty of Chiconteague 1947 Marguerite Henry novel which was written while she was staying at Miss Molly's. I also stocked up on 2 non PVC water bottles, 2 hot mugs emblazoned with Chiconteague and pony silhouette, and a spork for each of us (a rather adorable spoon knife, fork utensil so we do not have to take disposable ones to school anymore). After I enjoyed my dinner of a wrap with lettuce, tomato, avocado, humus, and sprouts and contemplated if I could encourage children (principally those who live with me) as an adequate meal for a school lunch maybe I will need to include hearts of palm, returned to the Captain Jack Quarters, my laptop and novel. I finished that book and am on to another...
On my final day I made it to the beach before the 11 AM B & B check out. I left vowing to return and headed home via a shorter route then I had when coming through Silver Spring, well it would have been shorter except I detoured to a favorite discount store in Delaware, since there was no tax and I am my mother's daughter.
Such is the tale of the 2010 Chiconteague vacation of this IMA -- sans les quatre enfants 24/7
Declaration of Internet Independence
My dear cousin queried me as to what I knew about a certain commentator assuming I would know (being that I am so up on the WORLD--meaning I rarely leave the chair located in front of my computer, no doubt). Now this was not some New York Times op ed person such as our beloved alumna, Anna Quindlen (Barnard '74), or your run of the mill Frank Rich. I had never before heard of this individual (who as it happens espouses hatred of Jews and denies the anti-semetism exists in inflammatory prose) a google search enlightened me to the above and confirmed that she has adequately proved herself to be a certifiable "wack job" (pardon my language). She can be found in good company on website which is home to other formidable "you-know-whats". That is not a term I really use and do not do so here lightly. So I advised my dear cousin who like me, is walking around without a lobotomy scar, that despite the beauty of that well thought out and UNDENIABLY VALUABLE free speech amendment (and here a mere day after the celebration of this usually great country's Independence) we would do well to invest our time in cyber space more wisely.
So I am declaring Independence from opening, reading and all round "hitting" these vocal vipers of the internet. My mother always taught us: "If you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything". Or am I paraphrasing?
And me why have I got musing minutes to issue my own personal Declarations of Internet Independence?
It is the 5th of July, otherwise known as the hang over holiday to those who did not get enough warm beer and cold burgers yesterday ( I had none,thank you very much)and although I was gifted with a fax/copier earlier in the day (many thanks to Lovable Expert, spouse of my Biscuit), I am alone (not that I am ever really alone, thanks to the omnipresence of the furry, ferocious, feral feline (other more foul "F" adjectives omitted for polite company as I have already stepped over the line). Currently "Not Lynx" is currently believed to be lounging on the dining room table as I type.
Where are the other constant companions of my life, you ask? Go on, ask.
Ok, I'll tell you now...CAMP! Beautiful, in the woods for 7 weeks, over-night camp, all of my children are there! Glorious, wonderful, not always appropriate, usually dirty and rarely nutritionally wise, summer camp has provided me with respite from constant 24/7 parenting. I have recently honed the cherished ability to sleep when I want to, wake up when I want to, eat when and what I want. It is no wonder that same Lovable Expert remarked how rested I looked. On my behalf, please note that I did clean the kitchen and entry way today. From the minimal communication I receive, really that is an whole other post, I understand my children are doing their very best to enjoy the heck out of their summer. Hot as it was yesterday, Angel Baby was apparently felled a bit by the heat in combination with lack of sleep. It seems she was back to herself by evening. On the flip side of the ordinal spectrum, my Boy/Man was reported seen soaking unsuspecting passersby, campers or counselors on boys campus, using the "Super Soaker", a machine gun of water pistols, to relieve or alarm( that remains unknown to me). Certainly of no concern to that apple of my eye, the fact that said weapon might just be illegal (really?) in the camp (I bought it unknowingly, for him).
TEE HEE.
So I am declaring Independence from opening, reading and all round "hitting" these vocal vipers of the internet. My mother always taught us: "If you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything". Or am I paraphrasing?
And me why have I got musing minutes to issue my own personal Declarations of Internet Independence?
It is the 5th of July, otherwise known as the hang over holiday to those who did not get enough warm beer and cold burgers yesterday ( I had none,thank you very much)and although I was gifted with a fax/copier earlier in the day (many thanks to Lovable Expert, spouse of my Biscuit), I am alone (not that I am ever really alone, thanks to the omnipresence of the furry, ferocious, feral feline (other more foul "F" adjectives omitted for polite company as I have already stepped over the line). Currently "Not Lynx" is currently believed to be lounging on the dining room table as I type.
Where are the other constant companions of my life, you ask? Go on, ask.
Ok, I'll tell you now...CAMP! Beautiful, in the woods for 7 weeks, over-night camp, all of my children are there! Glorious, wonderful, not always appropriate, usually dirty and rarely nutritionally wise, summer camp has provided me with respite from constant 24/7 parenting. I have recently honed the cherished ability to sleep when I want to, wake up when I want to, eat when and what I want. It is no wonder that same Lovable Expert remarked how rested I looked. On my behalf, please note that I did clean the kitchen and entry way today. From the minimal communication I receive, really that is an whole other post, I understand my children are doing their very best to enjoy the heck out of their summer. Hot as it was yesterday, Angel Baby was apparently felled a bit by the heat in combination with lack of sleep. It seems she was back to herself by evening. On the flip side of the ordinal spectrum, my Boy/Man was reported seen soaking unsuspecting passersby, campers or counselors on boys campus, using the "Super Soaker", a machine gun of water pistols, to relieve or alarm( that remains unknown to me). Certainly of no concern to that apple of my eye, the fact that said weapon might just be illegal (really?) in the camp (I bought it unknowingly, for him).
TEE HEE.
HIZUK though MUZIK
I haven't been able to write about what has been going on my life for quite some time. Call it blog-block (it is doubtful that I am the first person to come up with that term).
I have, however, just recently spent quite a bit of time compiling a play list of songs of strength and support for a dear friend of mine. I think perhaps, we can all probably benefit from this list list I thought I might share.
My top 10 songs (ok 15 if you include the Official Country Bonus tracks)in the HIZUK (Hebrew for strength) Department!
I am not providing link because I don't know the legalities here.
I must emphasize I do not endorse any foul language herein nor do I condone or recommend that you watch any inappropriate videos of these songs and PLEASE BE extra vigilant disregard ALL non pertinent lyrics!
I do recommend the the choruses!
Songs of strength and support
1. All American Rejects: Move along!
2. CHER: Strong Enough
3. Elton John: I'm still standing!
4. Animal Liberation Orchestra: BBQ
5. Green Day:Good Riddance:Time of your life.
6. Jim Croce: I've got a name.
Of course:
7. Gloria Gaynor: I will survive.
Somewhat more angry ones:
8. All American Rejects: Gives you hell!
9. Alanis Morissette: You oughta know
Just plain old:
10. Jonathon Edwards: Sunshine
My additional COUNTRY GIRL SELECTION:
11.Jaron and the Long Road: I pray for you!
12. Jo Dee Messina: My Give a Damn's Busted!
13. Keith Urban: You'll think of me!
14. Lee ann Womack: I hope you Dance!
15. Miley Cyrus:The Climb.
I hope you can feel the strength and support.
I have, however, just recently spent quite a bit of time compiling a play list of songs of strength and support for a dear friend of mine. I think perhaps, we can all probably benefit from this list list I thought I might share.
My top 10 songs (ok 15 if you include the Official Country Bonus tracks)in the HIZUK (Hebrew for strength) Department!
I am not providing link because I don't know the legalities here.
I must emphasize I do not endorse any foul language herein nor do I condone or recommend that you watch any inappropriate videos of these songs and PLEASE BE extra vigilant disregard ALL non pertinent lyrics!
I do recommend the the choruses!
Songs of strength and support
1. All American Rejects: Move along!
2. CHER: Strong Enough
3. Elton John: I'm still standing!
4. Animal Liberation Orchestra: BBQ
5. Green Day:Good Riddance:Time of your life.
6. Jim Croce: I've got a name.
Of course:
7. Gloria Gaynor: I will survive.
Somewhat more angry ones:
8. All American Rejects: Gives you hell!
9. Alanis Morissette: You oughta know
Just plain old:
10. Jonathon Edwards: Sunshine
My additional COUNTRY GIRL SELECTION:
11.Jaron and the Long Road: I pray for you!
12. Jo Dee Messina: My Give a Damn's Busted!
13. Keith Urban: You'll think of me!
14. Lee ann Womack: I hope you Dance!
15. Miley Cyrus:The Climb.
I hope you can feel the strength and support.
Happy Divorce Day
Today is Pajama Day at my children's school.
While I, for one, will not spend one cent on buying pajamas for poor children. Pardon me, my charity donations are personal and go where I designate them.
This is a school project, at the outset of Spring when all stores have switched their wardrobe selection to cruise wear, if not summer camp must haves, parents, who are already paying gobs of tuition, are now asked to scour stores looking for warm winter pajamas to donate to the needy.
Do your children actually still wear pajamas? Mine most frequently wear sweat shirts and sweat pants, or other outerwear.
Honestly, I am not sure how Pajama Day got perverted in to a charity drive, I would like to take this opportunity to address a more serious issue in our home and school community: Diversity.
I mean really isn't that truly a concern parents have sending their child to an insular Jewish Day School, that it is lacking in diversity?
No, I am not suggesting mandatory viewing of the Australian aboriginally dressed Russian Olympic Ice Skating Competition (I'll just bet that is where you thought this was going).
I am advocating Divorce Day!
I think there is not enough divorce awareness out there in the school.
Do we have a Divorcee Melava Malka? No.
What about a Divorce color war? Believe me these teams practically self divide, really I think it is a no brainer.
Our children are missing diversity awareness.
These privileged children are not exposed to the divorce enough.
They understand that some parents can not and are not buying pajamas for the needy, they are also not buying $16 "Sugarlips" stretchy sleeveless undershirts for their third grader.
How about awareness that there are actually mom's out there doing it all--from having the gutter replaced to sending in the financial aid forms (and who are not going to double the deposit because there are 2 sets of information to be processed for one child of divorced parents).
Perhaps the PTA could make the divorced mom's breakfast--forget the pancakes--we'll take extra strong coffee, and lactose free milk (the fact that our digestion is shot should come as no great surprise to anyone here) and chocolate straight up.
Those divorced dads sit in a large ball pit (equipped with baseballs, if you please) and we could model this activity after that famous Purim carnival booth, something like hit the clown with the wet sponge, only with the baseballs?
Another initiative I would like to recommend to the PTA is to reconfigure the development mailing list. It is simple and the figures remain the same. Just replace all divorced moms with the dad's mailing. It is highly likely they will not have read the first mailing anyway so better to send two. Really this is undoubtedly a more effective development strategy.
On Divorce Day, after hearing Hatikva and the Pledge of Allegiance the PA system should play the appropriate Chrisitne Lavin song "Happy Divorce Day": "though it's with sadness we arrived here, we leave with lighter hearts, knowing some of us are better off when we are apart".
The rest of the lyrics are linked here: http://www.christinelavin.com/index.php?page=songs&display=226&category=Shining_My_Flashlight_on_the_Moon
Lastly, I want to propose a "More than Mother's Day Celebration". It is the mother who sometimes calls every grandparent, neighbor, cousin, friend or tangential acquaintance to get a copy of the homework, bring the Oreos on October the 13th, borrow the last minute costume, pick up a child, or take a child to the doctor. That would be the same single mother whose ends rarely meet, those are the same split ends of her own hair that are yet to be ripped out of her head in frustration, cleans the toilets, makes the decisions, and doctor's appointments (and puts them on the Google calendar) routinely forgoes sleep, makes and enforces rules and is often treated to the thankless thoughtlessness, and the needless nasties in heaping helpings.
End of Rant.
While I, for one, will not spend one cent on buying pajamas for poor children. Pardon me, my charity donations are personal and go where I designate them.
This is a school project, at the outset of Spring when all stores have switched their wardrobe selection to cruise wear, if not summer camp must haves, parents, who are already paying gobs of tuition, are now asked to scour stores looking for warm winter pajamas to donate to the needy.
Do your children actually still wear pajamas? Mine most frequently wear sweat shirts and sweat pants, or other outerwear.
Honestly, I am not sure how Pajama Day got perverted in to a charity drive, I would like to take this opportunity to address a more serious issue in our home and school community: Diversity.
I mean really isn't that truly a concern parents have sending their child to an insular Jewish Day School, that it is lacking in diversity?
No, I am not suggesting mandatory viewing of the Australian aboriginally dressed Russian Olympic Ice Skating Competition (I'll just bet that is where you thought this was going).
I am advocating Divorce Day!
I think there is not enough divorce awareness out there in the school.
Do we have a Divorcee Melava Malka? No.
What about a Divorce color war? Believe me these teams practically self divide, really I think it is a no brainer.
Our children are missing diversity awareness.
These privileged children are not exposed to the divorce enough.
They understand that some parents can not and are not buying pajamas for the needy, they are also not buying $16 "Sugarlips" stretchy sleeveless undershirts for their third grader.
How about awareness that there are actually mom's out there doing it all--from having the gutter replaced to sending in the financial aid forms (and who are not going to double the deposit because there are 2 sets of information to be processed for one child of divorced parents).
Perhaps the PTA could make the divorced mom's breakfast--forget the pancakes--we'll take extra strong coffee, and lactose free milk (the fact that our digestion is shot should come as no great surprise to anyone here) and chocolate straight up.
Those divorced dads sit in a large ball pit (equipped with baseballs, if you please) and we could model this activity after that famous Purim carnival booth, something like hit the clown with the wet sponge, only with the baseballs?
Another initiative I would like to recommend to the PTA is to reconfigure the development mailing list. It is simple and the figures remain the same. Just replace all divorced moms with the dad's mailing. It is highly likely they will not have read the first mailing anyway so better to send two. Really this is undoubtedly a more effective development strategy.
On Divorce Day, after hearing Hatikva and the Pledge of Allegiance the PA system should play the appropriate Chrisitne Lavin song "Happy Divorce Day": "though it's with sadness we arrived here, we leave with lighter hearts, knowing some of us are better off when we are apart".
The rest of the lyrics are linked here: http://www.christinelavin.com/index.php?page=songs&display=226&category=Shining_My_Flashlight_on_the_Moon
Lastly, I want to propose a "More than Mother's Day Celebration". It is the mother who sometimes calls every grandparent, neighbor, cousin, friend or tangential acquaintance to get a copy of the homework, bring the Oreos on October the 13th, borrow the last minute costume, pick up a child, or take a child to the doctor. That would be the same single mother whose ends rarely meet, those are the same split ends of her own hair that are yet to be ripped out of her head in frustration, cleans the toilets, makes the decisions, and doctor's appointments (and puts them on the Google calendar) routinely forgoes sleep, makes and enforces rules and is often treated to the thankless thoughtlessness, and the needless nasties in heaping helpings.
End of Rant.
Forms
Why are there so many forms to be filled out? School registration forms plagued me this morning with their impending deadlines for next fall, yet. Then, of course, there are some extra curricular activity forms, and some bills (which if not paid online, are forms that require checks which most forms for that matter).
It must be because my children are in private school. Are there less forms to fill out for public school, because after all it is not like one would request financial aid and since they were registered for last year they know they are coming the next year, right?
I guess if you have a special needs child you still fill out a lot of forms in the public school system. And how is that at all fair?
I bet when I get to be a teacher in the public school system I am going to have to fill out a lot of forms.
My parents sent four daughters to school from kindergarten to 12th grade without submitting their tax returns in February. People in Israel do not submit their tax returns to send their children to school. I copied my tax forms this morning on my home computer scanner. I cannot say I enjoyed the experience. I will be doing this every year until 2019.
My far away phone friend said that she thought they should be able to be reproduced on line already since we keep having to write the family address over and over again, by hand. She is right and she pointed out that it wastes more paper--which we all know we are trying to get away from.
As an tree hugging kind of aside, we started recycling boxes in our new apartment and I think this is very good--even if it takes up space until it is removed. Let's be very clear, the actuality of efficiency remains unsubstantiated but since I have no legislative power to truly improve the system I am resigned to be being a compliant consumer. Therefore, perhaps it is really only good because it makes me feel good.
It does and it sure beat the forms.
Now we are here in our new digs for two weeks and two days. The new apartment is coming along nicely, if I do say so myself even if the Mother did remark that it seems I don't have time to hang a thing on the walls at the moment.
I just wish there were about 5 more hours in a day and that I didn't need to sleep.
Now back to the forms more of which need to be filled out.
It must be because my children are in private school. Are there less forms to fill out for public school, because after all it is not like one would request financial aid and since they were registered for last year they know they are coming the next year, right?
I guess if you have a special needs child you still fill out a lot of forms in the public school system. And how is that at all fair?
I bet when I get to be a teacher in the public school system I am going to have to fill out a lot of forms.
My parents sent four daughters to school from kindergarten to 12th grade without submitting their tax returns in February. People in Israel do not submit their tax returns to send their children to school. I copied my tax forms this morning on my home computer scanner. I cannot say I enjoyed the experience. I will be doing this every year until 2019.
My far away phone friend said that she thought they should be able to be reproduced on line already since we keep having to write the family address over and over again, by hand. She is right and she pointed out that it wastes more paper--which we all know we are trying to get away from.
As an tree hugging kind of aside, we started recycling boxes in our new apartment and I think this is very good--even if it takes up space until it is removed. Let's be very clear, the actuality of efficiency remains unsubstantiated but since I have no legislative power to truly improve the system I am resigned to be being a compliant consumer. Therefore, perhaps it is really only good because it makes me feel good.
It does and it sure beat the forms.
Now we are here in our new digs for two weeks and two days. The new apartment is coming along nicely, if I do say so myself even if the Mother did remark that it seems I don't have time to hang a thing on the walls at the moment.
I just wish there were about 5 more hours in a day and that I didn't need to sleep.
Now back to the forms more of which need to be filled out.
2010
It is the fourteenth of January and I am still running into people who are wishing me a Happy New Year.
I think it will be, and better than last year.
I am still removing ash from the fire we endured at Hanukkah. The faint smell still hits my nostrils each time I return to the apartment. The walls have been painted and the floor repaired. We mourn the loss of our favorite sofa chair silently. I am reordering most everything because we will be moving next month to a larger apartment in the same building.
I have already spied my new dishwasher in it's carton the basement. My mother asked me quizzically how I knew it was mine. "I just knew, whose else could it be?" I asked. Now we are all just waiting on the current tenants of 214 to move out. I can barely contain myself to think of the washer and dryer that will be installed in our own apartment. This is a surprise for the children. I hope it will be a cost saving measure.
Too exhausted to continue tonight.
I think it will be, and better than last year.
I am still removing ash from the fire we endured at Hanukkah. The faint smell still hits my nostrils each time I return to the apartment. The walls have been painted and the floor repaired. We mourn the loss of our favorite sofa chair silently. I am reordering most everything because we will be moving next month to a larger apartment in the same building.
I have already spied my new dishwasher in it's carton the basement. My mother asked me quizzically how I knew it was mine. "I just knew, whose else could it be?" I asked. Now we are all just waiting on the current tenants of 214 to move out. I can barely contain myself to think of the washer and dryer that will be installed in our own apartment. This is a surprise for the children. I hope it will be a cost saving measure.
Too exhausted to continue tonight.
Life
"Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get." - Forrest Gump
I have been thinking a lot about this attitude lately. The simplicity of the statement and it's inherent truth appeal to me. I am not sure if it packs the punch of attitude adjustment Hebrew phrase "Gam zoo l'tovah" (this an idiom which translates: "this too is for the good"). It is, of course, said at times when any positive outcome is unrecognizable.
So today and for a while I am thinking about meaning and the unexpected.
Or maybe I am thinking in bumper stickers, don't want to take myself too seriously do I?
I have been thinking a lot about this attitude lately. The simplicity of the statement and it's inherent truth appeal to me. I am not sure if it packs the punch of attitude adjustment Hebrew phrase "Gam zoo l'tovah" (this an idiom which translates: "this too is for the good"). It is, of course, said at times when any positive outcome is unrecognizable.
So today and for a while I am thinking about meaning and the unexpected.
Or maybe I am thinking in bumper stickers, don't want to take myself too seriously do I?
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