drip and deluge

My mom recounted for me some dinner conversation she had the other night and, though boring as it might seem to the rest of the canine world, it was, according to my mom, pretty enlightening for her. It had to do with truth, each individual's personal truth, mostly religious/metaphysical. There was one woman who told a story of her mother who decided that it was okay for her daughter to skip confession the night before her communion because of a long line - yet it was still okay to take communion the next day. This same woman's mother, while in her 80's, dying of kidney failure, asked for a priest to help her determine whether or not stopping dialysis would be considered suicide in the eyes of the church. Then there was another woman at the table in her 50's who was born Jewish, raised communist, Workmen's Circle, etc... yet taken to task for calling her sister a Yid. Then my mom's sweetheart, who was born of Jewish parents who themselves were born in Germany, but who got out before The Holocaust, yet who was raised Unitarian who is slowly investigating the Judaism that her parents rejected. Then there is my mom who checked into Saint Peter's Hospital with really vicious back/leg pain, and who woke up in Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital running on a battery (like a scene change from Brian De Palma's Dressed to Kill with Angie Dickinson ) It almost looks like individual truth is an intensely personal fluid thing - for some, a lengthy annoying drip, and for others, a deluge.

So in honor of drips and deluges, here is a little entertaining video to bring joy to anniversary month:



HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO:
my mom's mom & dad (nana and pop-pop)
her sister and her brother-in-law (my aunt and uncle)
her brother and her sister-in-law (my uncle and aunt)
Roxie's two moms

(My mom's and her sweetheart's anniversary is not until Israeli Independence Day. More on that later.)

Running back and forth across the room with reckless abandon,
sds