A casual day running an errand and exploring the downtown triangle of Jerusalem leads to musings on Israel.
I decided I wanted to have it down in ‘print’ how crazy my inner teen is. It is tough for her to live in a 65-year-old body but no tougher than she is on my body!
Jan/18 I hate f**king up, I really do. I especially hate f**king up when it hurts a kid or an animal. It hurts to have to sit with it and not have the opportunity to make amends.
I was so hopeful that I had beaten this nasty bug. A day at the spa was just what my imaginary doctor ordered. I felt pummelled and wrapped in mud and filled with wonderful food and wine. I arrived back to the sanctuary moderately filled with vim and mild vigor.
Here are 10 ways to avoid most icky situations with the predators.