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No Armageddon today. Tomorrow. Talk about the moon and moon dust and Hubble telescopes.

Today is for shopping. My daughter, who has plagued me with plans to return to the Gulf (or thereabouts) in order to hang out with someone she hopes to marry....oh...I didn't want her to go alone into that war.
I realized three days ago that it is impossible to convince a young woman of the dangers when she is in love.
Impossible. So I let it go to the Creator, as we did in Turkey once many years ago.... we had become lost one afternoon in the rain while trying to get out of the maze called Constantinople and back then, all at once, when we let it go we bumped into a man who took us out of that city and took us to a point where he stated, "You'll have no problems after this point." And we didn't, we made it to Izmir during a violent rain at three a.m......I just let it go and we decided to let her go back into the war and seek her destiny regardless of what the risks are to a good young woman's soul and her body. We didn't inform her (my husband and I) of our decision to turn her loose to destiny, single and vulnerable as she is....

And whaddya know!

Within twelve hours she came to us and informed us that she was going to get married to Sami. Sami. Poor young man. He was imprisoned for four days during this itty bitty ordeal Israel has foist upon the Free Country to their north called Lebanon. He was imprisoned and beaten, blindfolded and handcuffed. The best part though is that he reported that his interrogators forced him to "pick up soggy potatoes". Why was he imprisoned for four days? Easy. The citizens of Lebanon were rounding up Mossad agents and they thought he was one. Nice story, nice ending. The best part is the part when I told her that we were going to set her free anyway to seek what it is a person must find all by themself.

So we are going to Tucson to buy her trousseau. And, a nice trunk. Samsonite or maybe something even more fine.