Letter to Erin 20151130

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

I hope you don't mind that I try to keep this letter as mundane as possible.  I've told you before and I'll tell you again, that we have to keep things mundane in order to raise children.  Of course, if I have something important or serious to say, I would say it.  And I of course I refuse to take credit for what Allah does, so if you want the entire scoop of what's going on here, you're going to have to be here yourself, or nurture a more efficient spy network.  But I would rather talk about the normal things.  The little things.  A man grows older and becomes used to being alone, so I can run out of words, so please forgive me for that.  Sometimes I address you, sometimes I address you, and sometimes I address the both of you, but this is a Letter to Erin and I will write everyday inshaAllah.  I love you and I need you.

The mundane.  I clean my parents' bedroom every Sunday.  It wears me out, because that bathroom takes a lot of scrubbing, plus I dislike house cleaning.  Using a leaf blower instead of sweeping is a great idea, but I would rather do something else than house cleaning.  Oh don't worry, I do house cleaning when I'm forced to.  I'm still listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway over and over again.  It's very beautiful music.  "Someday We'll All Be Free" has to be the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life.  I had tortillas with chili for breakfast and lunch, while dinner is noodles crammed with veggies from my yard.  Okra, cilantro, mustard greens, kelisa beans, lettuce, hot Thai peppers.  Good harvest today.