Planning On Going Solo

The food pantry was shopping for freezers and I volunteered to do the footwork. At the same time, putting weight on my right leg at all became painful, so my new theme song has been anything in my vocal range with all lyrics replaced by breathy, “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.” It sounds remarkably festive and smutty with Christmas carols, but my claim to fame is belting out Wham! hits in hardware aisles all across Central Jersey. Tonight, I turned in my shopping results and put my feet up.

During our Christmas Day Walkabout, Pete photographed this ruin and walked home with me.

During our Christmas Day Walkabout, Pete photographed this ruin and walked home with me.

I’m almost ready for my next act.

The Story Of How We Begin To Remember

I may not look busy, but I’m actually brining a turkey.

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A zillion years ago, when I converted to Judaism in my twenties, the rabbi explained that Jews do not believe in concrete forms of an afterlife because nobody can testify to the truth of the matter. There’s no Heaven or Hell as Christians describe it because Morty who died last year has not reappeared before the congregation with real estate listings. So Jews says that good people walk with G-d. As for Hell, it’s called Gehenom, because some scholar asked some guy what was the worst place he could imagine and that guy said, “It’s gotta be Gehenna, because those people burn their children.” I don’t remember a whole lot from this part of my life, but that explanation penetrated the fog, since we now live in Hell.