Hello, my friends,
This week has felt like wading through an ocean of molasses! Michael was sick last week and is now fully recovered but Ashley and I have been battling shards of whatever was left in his wake. I tested and it wasn’t COVID, but it’s something because in a practically unheard-of move for night owl me, I went to sleep early two evenings in a row (doing nothing else but putting the kids through their paces and watching SNL and Key and Peele clips on YouTube)! It’s Thursday and, unlike all of the other symptoms, the cough has not subsided. I’ll be blasting my throat with alternating attacks of apple cider vinegar and cough drops starting this evening so it better watch out! Probably, I shouldn’t stay up too late writing this newsletter either.
A Wish is a Wish(es)
Thirty issues ago (#4), I talked about the dandelions popping up near Michael’s school and how magical it was that he was old enough to make wishes (“A wish is a precocious imaginative experience.”). Well, now (since my schedule change) that I can walk Michael home from school every day we’re in a new season of dandelions but it’s different. In March, Michael had just turned four and was making strides in emotional growth. Is it odd that dandelions feel like old news now?
Today, he picked one, blew it out and made a wish. Then he got another one, same story. Then another! “I have the most wishes!” he said. I cut him off at that point. “Other people have wishes, too, you know. You need to leave some dandelions for them.” He did make a few attempts to get more, but when he saw that I was serious, he backed off. Even the boy with the most wishes must learn to be content with what he has.
Unfortunate Continuity
I have a lot of non-specific and mostly uninformed opinions about what is happening in and around Israel right now so I won’t share them. All I’ll say is that every day I hear about it I’m reminded of a song I heard many times in the late 90s (it was the #1 song on Tito’s Top Four at 4 on Los Angeles radio station Power 106 (KPWR) for a very long time), though it was first recorded in 1992. In his song, “Changes”, Tupac Shakur started the third verse with:
“And still I see no changes Can't a brother get a little peace? It's war on the streets and a war in the Middle East…”
30 years later, still I see no changes.
Just Pictures
I have no more major words or sentences for today, but you’re here so let’s look at some art together. Nothing is notable about the order or selection of these other than I find something remarkable about them. Maybe I’ll add a short comment.