Sunday's significance

I think the most significant thing I do on Sundays is having breakfast with the family or what family I have here in Utah. I'm speaking of my immediate family my kids! I have a set of kids that aren't here live in Oregon that I wish to join us for her Sunday morning breakfast. I think we have a lot of good conversation and enjoy each other's company. As a real we generally don't get into politics are significant National events primarily because not everyone comes from the same political Arena. I was kind of shocked when I finally realized this. Whenever I would start criticizing the local Administration one of the members of our group would get very quiet and kind of look away. Then I got to wondering what the other kids felt like. I know one is of the same elk as myself and I think the granddaughter is two - - kinda. I'm not really sure if she's actually made up any commitments to the current Administration. I don't think she's as involved as her boyfriend who I do believe is very conservative more than I realized. Sometimes we get carried away with the national events when they either affect us or myself too closely. Or some national event is so significant- - like an assassination- - that we can't help but not communicate about such a thing. Some of these things go beyond political and really focus on civilian civility and how Society seems to be unraveling. Luckily members of our morning breakfast group I've just gotten a dog in the last 3 or 4 months actually a darling puppy and when things get a little tense the pups owners drag out the cell phones and we all bask in the sweet pureNess of the Little Beast and it really diffuses the tenseness of the previous conversation. I don't know how ethical this is but it certainly worth bending my ethics a little bit in order to keep peace at The Breakfast Table. 

I spent a good part of the remainder of the day writing my kid letters I am kind of shocked at how quickly the month ends or more succinctly how quick the first of the month creeps up on me. The October letters went pretty quickly this month. October is such a month of change it seems to me. Especially with folks into their first full month of school after summer break. This Clues everything from being in the classroom in public school to those first classes and mixers at the University level. That's true, I've got grandkids now in college/ University which totally blows me away. I kind of Envy my grandkids starting Autumn quarter at High School in the universities. Always makes me think of Rod Stewart's Maggie May. I need to set some time aside and dig out my old copy of Maggie May I have buried somewhere deep on one of my hard drives. Yesterday I was out on the patio laying back in the Sun and reading my new novel when one of the other folks who live at this apartment complex shuffled up and entered into a conversation. It was such a pleasant day I didn't feel too annoyed at being pulled out of my volume. The best part of this encounter was she handed me an apple. She left soon after and even though the Apple was quite small it was quite delicious and I totally enjoyed the sweetness and the flashback the flavor produced. I was immediately transported back to the White Chevrolet van I shared with the number of other professionals providing Medical Services to low income folks and minority folks in Southwest Idaho. We rode Clinic everyday from Boise to Homedale Idaho. Our journey took us through the Apple Country and we often stopped on the way back, through these Orchards, install a few of the precious orbs of flavor. For the Glorious time…