I’m sorry (this post is for Rachel and Nicholas)

I was sitting out on the balcony this morning, enjoying some raisin toast, listening to the ocean, feeling the sun on my face, and reading The New York Times, when I came across an article entitled “Snowstorm Sweeps Across the Midwest, Killing 19.”  The picture above the article was of weary passengers at a powerless airport in Grand Rapids, Michigan (Rachel’s hometown, for those that don’t know).  The article went on to detail the horrendous weather in Wisconsin and Michigan specifically.   

It made me feel just a little bit guilty about having sent the other AIRs this picture message via cell phone just a few days earlier:

The accompanying text read “my stupid life right now.”  I received no reply.  I now believe I understand why.  Old people, chlorine and palm trees is way better than general freeze, icy roads and, most likely, being shut in with your parents (no matter how wonderful they may be).  So I apologize and promise to be more grateful.  And besides, I said it was stupid, I never said it was rough.

Incidentally, it’s Christmas.  I did my Jewish duty and ate some form of Asian food, and my mother saw a movie to complete the stereotype (apparently, you all must see “The Rape of Europa.” It’s just fabulous).  Merry you-know-what to all of you out there who care, and an extra special shoutout to people trying desperately right now not to murder their entire families. (Hang in there.)

New York here I come.