Reading and enjoying Sonia Sotomayor’s book MY BELOVED WORLD.
“… driving the freeways … thinking of … friends I’ve lost touch with who may never know what memories they’ve left behind in my keeping.” (page 31)
Quote from a t-shirt on a manikin on Broadway & canal in NYC:
“All the world is made of faith + trust & pixie dust”
Well might as well start somewhere so….
Saturday always seems to be a hazy day. I remember a time when it was clearer. Saturday was the day to get up early, play ball, eat, drink, exhaust oneself. Now it is a blend from the rest of the week. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a bad thing it is just a marked different existence than the past.
I enjoy Saturdays for I enjoy every day.