amazing how so much stuff is communicated or created with words. relationships, civilisations, history...absolutely amazing. i love words so much
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amazing how so much stuff is communicated or created with words. relationships, civilisations, history...absolutely amazing. i love words so much
on the doorposts of your house
We're doing our thing. The husband is out back reducing cut tree limbs and doing his best impression of a crack-revealing tradie. Although I'm not sure how many tradies like their underpants to be made by Armani.
I'm blasting the Sick Puppies through the house and getting my clean on whilst comfortably slumming in track pants, and an old sweat shirt. It is obviously nipply cool in the house as is evidenced, um, by the way my sweatshirt is draping.
Doorbell rings.
Two nice gentlemen from the local Chabad House are at the door.
I'm a bit embarrassed.
This is something new as we've never had the ultra-Orthodox in beards, beaver skin hats and Tallit Katan come to visit.
Turns out they saw the Mezuzah on our door and figured it would be nice to share some information from the Lubavitcher Rebbe. I'm down with that.
Of course, neither the husband and I are Jewish. The music and my lack of modesty being major clues, but, hey, they gave us the benefit of the doubt.
The gentlemen left me a pamphlet with a message from the Rebbe and were very pleasant. They remarked it was wonderful we have the additional protection on our home.
I couldn't agree more.
I love our neighbourhood.
Time for lunch.