You know you’re too dependent on Google when your hubby asks you if your family has a copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and you almost Google to find out.

So Yena’s reading from Naomi and Ruth and she asks me to read a difficult name: Elimelech. Half an hour later she’s still reading from the book, aloud, but now I hear,

“While living in Moab, La La Man died.”

It seems La La Man is easier to say than Elimelech.

We’re doing our family journaling, and Dad’s looking really tired and is sitting there with his eyes closed while we shout out our contributions and Paco writes. I whisper a joke to Aisa about her Dad, and Yena tattles, “Dad, Mom says you’re practicing your meditating skills amidst the noise.”