surveying the scenes of christenings and kids birthday parties in the diasporic subsistence, urges the likes of me into contemplation. but the ones without the added baggage of a nuclear unit seems like the cool ones. really? really. the examples of irvin, et al informs us of the relaxing value of the limousine ride in the Strip and the comforting massage in the Moroccan deserts. rian, bo and joy are amazing writers and bloggers. they enlighten the universe about the beauty of good sentences and popular culture. janette comes to my last minute rescue to far away Walton on Thames event.
while the good souls with child care never fail to ask me the question i hate to answer. if they could help with doctors appointments, that would be great.
as yet, i'm at the outside peeping on a hole of their close intimacy with classmates from San Agustin, all the way from elementary to college. does the euphonic connection of school resonates more than the manacle of the workplace? maybe, maybe not. there's one person i know who would do party favours for anybody in her school yearbook yet make excuses for others she just met four years earlier and see almost everyday. there are also others who decided to form a clique. and when you're not included, you're not invited.
but.
we'll manage.
we'll survive.
and tighten the bond with those who like our esteemed company.
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