Clouds -- Not Boring

Clouds in Jersualem. In August. Clouds! In August!

I never know how much I like clouds until I have to do without them for a long time.

I remember when we moved to Dallas and there was blue sky every day for many days in a row. At first it was nice--Indiana had too many gray days. But one day I looked at the clear blue sky and said, "Blue sky. How boring."

In Israel, too, blue sky can be boring. Relief could be found by going outdoors at night to look at the moon. But in the city you don't so often get a good look at the moon. What a pity.

Now after a phrase such as "how nice!" or "how awful!" you normally put an exclamation point. "How boring" is the same type of sentence, grammatically speaking, but somehow it doesn't seem right to put an exclamation point after the word BORING. Boredom just isn't that exciting.

A saying from German, "If you're not a socialist at age 20, you don't have a heart. If you're a socialist at age 40, you don't have a brain."