Six

It is the sixth day of my winter break (But who's counting?) (Me.) I sit in my luke warm apartment as the radio broadcasts Obama saying, "I think everyone is going to have to pitch in," while pausing from his own voluntary public service, helping homeless teens.

I just had a long phone talk about my Pesach position. Ahhh vacation. Work never ends. Freud once said that there are 3 impossible jobs - clergyman, teacher, and therapist. I've chosen all three. I would add that these jobs are also amorphous, boundless, endless.

My short term goal for the moment is to get out of my apartment. I want to go to the library and do some prep. I am up to Shlach in Chumash and jut wrapped up Ein Holchin BeMamon Achar HaRov in Gemorah. I also want to work on my Lulu poetry book and a couple of major posts.

Lately, I've been reading (and re-reading) the Far Side. Recently I titled a post after one of the strips and thought someone might have wondered about it. I wanted to post the strip, but they're not available on line (click here to learn why Larson doesn't allow the strips to be on line). The strip shows a man and woman sitting in their living room and in the top left corner of the drawing i box containing the word "Later..." The woman turns to the man and whispers, "Ed, the 'later' is back. I found it funny - it made me laugh out loud - and also profound, as now turns to later even as we talk about it, even now.

When I searched the words "Ed the later, " a whole bunch of posts came up and I'm not sure why, as I expected only one. Among the posts that popped up was this one, close to my heart, in which I describe what is perhaps the best short story ever written (along with other stream of consciousness thoughts). I noticed that on this post there was a whole string of comments that I neglected to address. I am sorry. Thank you Kishke, Maayan, Shneur, RR, Miriam, and Anonymous.

OK - off of the home computer. Off to the library. Preparations to do, thoughts to process, life to live...