I blog mostly for myself, as a diary that I would like to keep so that when I am older I can peruse wistfully. Anyone else who reads this, good luck to you.
I am sitting in the Library, sans music, as it is early and Leslie is sleeping. It is raining outside (a reference to the movie Big Night) and the sound is lovely.
Life is excellent, nigh perfect. My kids are happy and healthy, my wife is reasonably satisfied with her life (although she works a job rather than an Art), and I am painting.
Please, G-d, hear my plea: Don't rock the boat. Thank you.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
1 year ago
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Hopefully, the rain has stopped.
Otherwise, if you hear a voice telling you to build a large boat and gather animals, you'll know that G-d has decided to rock the boat :)
---allen
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