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5:14 PM - Just got home and was greeted by the same problem that's happened several times over the past while.  Itoled the super and he did something which accomplished nothing.  I searched here and many other sites and don't understand the language.  I don't know what to do.

Someone just teased me and asked if school is over and reminded me that I said I had a big last day of classes a couple of weeks ago.  Welcome to my world on several levels.  Grades are in.  Some recs are still due. I'm coughing like crazy and feeling quite ill.

5:32 PM - My dad just moved from a month in the hospital in S.I. to a rehab facility in S.I.  I'd like to visit again but need to heal a bit myself. I have a need for sleep.  It's been a lot of work winding down the year.

6:40 PM - Ate some form of dinner, tried to unwind.  It bothers me that people who don't teach don't get the teaching life: the lingering and the disappearing of a year old world.

I have mentioned here many times that I don't know what to mention here.  I have stated that I love my dad and know he loves me and that he's the only regular reader I know of these days.  But he hasn't been on the blog in over a month because he's been in the hospital and just moved to rehab and hopefully is getting better all the time.

I've had spurts where I wrote more and less here.  I've made friends and acquaintances here.  I've had discussions and comments here, once upon a blog.

Here's a post from this time eight years ago called "On Writing" about blogging and honesty.  It's got some interesting give and take in the comments.

In June, seven years ago I went to a concert with my brother.  I loved it and wrote about the Joe Jackson show here.  Lots of cool give and take in the comments including a chime in from a friend from way back when in YU. That was the summer I lived in the Old City (of Jerusalem) for six weeks and considered staying forever.

And six years ago almost to the day I wrote this.

In late June, 2008 I went to a museum in a social context.  I bought a postcard (or two) as a souvenir.  The one pictured and spoken of in this post presently hangs in my office at work.  This post brings back many levels of many memories.

On June 29, 2009 I wrote about a book that has stayed in my mind (though the title often eludes me. It's called The Slow Way Back by Judy Goldman. The standout scene for me was when a woman gets upset and throws a plate of marinating chicken against a wall.  It was unexpected and her husband's reaction was even more of a surprise.  I read intently and tend to hold on to books.

Here's a post from June, 2010, written on the floor between the isles of Barnes and Noble.  It's mostly an excerpt from the book of letters, the piece about the letter nun.

Two years ago at this time, wondering, and questioning and wanting commenters. 

This is the only post from last June that got a comment.

11:59 + - I started doing these links hours ago and have added over hours.

Good night and my G-d bless.