Totally left alone by my children (I didn't even receive an sms from son) - I start to break down. It's not them. It's me. I shouldn't have given all these years to a cause that ends up disappointing me. Well...


today:


crabs on crab rock;




the view from the big mezah today:





(a bit of photoshopping here, hehehe)

Mr. Escaper




and another mistur who makes it fun to make fun of me:


the following are a series of photos of Mr. Egret trying to swallow a very big fish (well for his throat it's big)








Isn't it amazing that huge fish didn't leave a lump in his slender throat?


That's it. Tomorrow Shabat. Not even my son called or sms'ed me. So far for "respect your parents". I suppose even religion can be taken out of context when the one preaching it is my ex....


Shabat Shalom...