When I was young and had my own apartment I used to love cold and rainy Sundays. I would sleep all day as I knew work would begin on Monday. But there was always something about the rain that I found both depressing but yet I liked it. Some how it felt soothing.
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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maryjane31 says,
When I was young and had my own apartment I used to love cold and rainy Sundays. I would sleep all day as I knew work would begin on Monday. But there was always something about the rain that I found both depressing but yet I liked it. Some how it felt soothing.