Another word about spring. An eternal optimist I’m going to do whatever I can to help the latest peace talks get off the ground after the holidays. It’s true we have to stop seeing ourselves as of necessity absolutely strong, and have to learn more about dialogue. Of course the other side has to learn that we are not monsters and our blood is not different from theirs.
Because Rachel’s birthday is on the first day of spring, it was particularly appropriate that she celebrated it in nature. But women of our age touring the Safari?
Ah, it is always an amazing place. The large herds of zebras, the rhino girlfriends who go everywhere together, the huge numbers of migrating birds who spend a night or two in the ponds, the lions playing on their ‘omegas’ (meat-filled tires on a rope tied between two trees), the cubs, foals, and chicks – all of this was perfect for grandmothers like us. To talk with an orang-otang like Moshon
to feed a giraffe
I couldn’t see to snap pictures with my cell phone – didn’t even think to take a camera – and certainly didn’t aim – but here and there some things came out:
All in all the most invigorating birthday I can remember
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