an introspective person recently told me (really, he told you and then i read it, but it kinda counts, right?) that a rabbi once told him:

changing yourself is almost impossible, but when you do, it’s the one way of causing God to change the world.

now, i’d like to say that these sorts of thoughts are what i’m contemplating during my morning walks, but that wouldn’t be quite true. it would be more accurate to say that i’ve really just been noticing the different kinds of houses in my neighborhood and peering closer at those who’ve left a light on. every once in a while, i see someone. they’re usually in their kitchen. there was one morning that i couldn’t see, but from the sidewalk, i could hear a woman washing the dishes. i’ve no way of knowing if it was a woman, but i’m guessing it was because my mother absolutely hated coming home to dirty dishes in the sink. the only person capable of washing dishes at 6am would have to be a woman out of her mind. i used to think she was losing it, wailing about milky cereal bowls.

proving once again that time is a bitch and all women eventually become our mothers, now i can see what she was going off about. it is much nicer not to come home to a bunch of slimy dishes. yet, i still haven’t started taking that extra step, putting the juice glasses in the dishwasher before i leave for work. maybe.

i’m not entirely sure how milt’s words of wisdom got me to dirty dishes, but here we are.

um. ok. that is all.

-m