Not Your Typical Post...

Every Shabbat dinner my family had when I was a child was identical to the one prior. My mother's pots would clang over the Israeli music coming from our old, oversized silver casette player, the one with the counter my mother used for when she recorded my sister and I practicing the piano. My family, immediate or extended, is by no means boring, monotonous or mundane. We are lounder, more boisterous and a bit more sarcastic than your average tree of kin. But like all families, there are a handful of things which mine does exceptionally well (of course there are a few that we do extraordinarily poorly as well), but for these few works of art we've never attempted improvement. Friday night sabbath is one of the better in our repetoir, holidays in general we excel at, but friday night dinners stands out as exceptional. It's by no means because my family is perfect, we are far from that finish line, but we love and we love well. That is one thing this slightly irregular, haphazard family of mine knows, love-big gooey gumball drop sized pieces of love.

Frustration...

So apparently it is much easier to setup your own FB page for your blog and have numerous individuals as your friends than it is to have more than five individuals follow your blog. Did that make sense? Then again, those five individual don't exactly count (no offense to any of the five). Let me explain... One is the girlfriend, one is the best friend (well two actually), one is best friend's girlfriend and the last is a friend of the friend... Oh forget it...

Onward and upward... Last night my girlfriend leans over on the subways and plucks a gray hair from my head. Foreplay. My first gray hair. I find another one this morning before I get into the shower and briefly debate bringing home hair dye this evening, having the girlfriend dye my hair and swearing her to secrecy. Then I came to my senses. I am numb to any expectations of beauty society imposes upon me. Is that a wrinkle I see?