Complicated Times

Mr. Bluejeans Sr. is in the hospital. It's a long story, a very long story. Suffice to say that Mrs. Bluejeans Sr. and I spent most of yesterday and today at his bedside, and running errands, and I'll be back tomorrow.

This is new stuff, building on some health problems we'd already been dealing with, and, well, it's not easy.

On the other hand, I have a job for the fall. More details to follow.

Twice Chai

The Balabusta is turning thirty-six tomorrow.

There's a story about the Besht I recall from somewhere, that a crazy lady came up to him at a marketplace and told him that he would have great powers, but that he couldn't reveal then until he was thirty-six. He told her to keep quiet about that.

I doubt the Balabusta is going to be quite that big, but I do have some hope that this will be the year in which I grow into some of what I'm supposed to be and do. We shall see.

In the meantime, still job hunting. Also, Mr. Bluejeans Sr. is having some health problems--tehillim, rosaries, prayers, white light and good thoughts gratefully accepted. I'll give more details if I get permission.

Hope everyone had a glorious Fourth. The Balabusta and the Balebos celebrated by watching part of the John Adams miniseries. Much fun!