How crazy I have been to neglect the written word as I have. I have been Face Booking far, far too much. Writing in couched words and phrases. Holding back on expletives in the pursuit of being proper. Caring too much about the impression I might make on who I know instead of writing about what I know. How foolish has that been. But there is tomorrow, and I am lucky for that. There is today and I am thankful. There are so many yesterdays that I can reflect upon. I love you my American dysfunctional family in my own way, though I tire of your antics. I love you my Israeli family. How I ever deserved any of you I will never quite understand.
Final days of summer please go slowly (but please get a bit cooler).
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