When I heard the news that Mandela died, I cried in the car as I drove my daughter home from school. At home, via text, a friend reminded me that MANDELA LIVED and how great is that?
The next morning there was ice on the playground of my daughter’s school. That’s unusual for San Francisco.
At school sing-a-long they did a listen-a-long instead in honor of Mandela. Some of the kids started to dance and the principal encouraged them. I cried a bit more for Mandela and then I danced a bit for him as well.
Then later in the day, I sat in a café working because I had to move my car (San Francisco street cleaning and no parking issues) and I used it as an excuse to buy myself lunch. I looked up from my computer and saw a man rummaging through the garbage for lunch and then taking off with the speed of a jackrabbit. Wait, are jackrabbits fast? I’ve never seen one in person.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie
(don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
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