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I was away for a while travelling in the US, visiting my family. It was a great distraction from my usual obsessions and a departure from my routines. Unfortunately, while not uninspired, I was feeling quite non-creative and viewed my experiences with less humor than melancholy.
While on holiday, I felt torn between saving the writing for a moment of inspiration that kept with the past blog entries, or writing even if my thoughts took a different direction.
I have opted for the latter. As it turns out I "need" to write more than I thought I did.
For a few days during my vacation, I sat in New England, at my sister's desk, finally satisfied that I had subjugated her ergonomic keyboard, but mass quantities of anti cold symptom syrup left me woozy at best and hallucinating at worst. Here is the result:
Having returned from Northampton, Mass, the lesbian capital of the east coast, I imagined myself as a resident, over 50, and looking for a man. Now THERE's a blog idea for you...
Or how about this scenario: Having returned from a Phillies game, I imagined myself up to bat, two outs, bases loaded, bottom of the ninth and crying.
Well, I'm back in Israel:
- I'm not in New England and not up to bat.
- I'm still looking for a man and still crying.
I'm pleased to report that one has nothing to do with the other.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
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