
. . . serenading me to sleep (along with flute-like Swainson's Thrush songs and the exquisite
piccolo-player, the Pacific Wren (longest song of ALL the songbirds in North America).
Camping is OK, but can I NOW please get back to the comforts of civilization (I said NOW!).
I miss Gilligan's Island and Green Acres (whatever they are/were...I'm not
sure, but I wake up in a cold sweat thinking I may be missing some Must Watch TV. My meditation teacher LOVES TV and says its great therapy. My therapist calls it the "Boob Tube," but it still sounds excellent to me. I need to zone out when I'm eating my Fruit Loops and Pop Tarts at lunch AND my nightly Swanson's TV dinner, cuz' Mom & Dad abandon me for eight hours daily and go Lindy Hopping in The City every afternoon and every night).
Love, Avishai, who is looking for a new Lindy Hop teacher (any suggestions?)....and alerts you to the upcoming July 4th fun videos/photos that will be here soon