Yossi and I

It's hard for me to start . I use English so rearly these days . I am surely bound to make mistakes. Would you be so kind to correct me?

My life is not so magical, or exciting . As of now , at the age of 38 I live in the same house I was born in . My dreams are somewhat shuttered . Maybe it's still not to late ,but we'll get to that subject later.

Here is something that has happened a few weeks ago . It was pretty late in the morning ,about nine Am , when my mom came to my bed (Oops , you caught me)   ,and said to me , "Wake up ! there's a parrot outside,  and he doesn't let me hang the loundry" . Behind my parent's house there is a big yard . It is not the kind of neat and tidy gardens that you see , rather a yard that is covered with green wild flowers and weeds that just grow there. There are these polls with loundry lines on them ,and indeed on one of those lines a green parrot was sitting and scrimming...So I got near it . It didn't seem to be frightened ,but was somewhat coutious. I went back home into the kitchen and grabbed a fistacio and when I got back,the parrot was still there on the loundry line as if naturally waiting for me to supply breakfast. When it saw the fistacio seed it got nearer ,and slowly but surely with its beak and funny tongue , took the fistacio from my hand . While holding it with one of its legs , it started gnewing on it ...and I guess this was the beggining of a friendship.

Till next time : )

Nira