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Happy equinox! Happy Purim! Welcome the spring and the full moon and razz the names of our enemies for all time! You can also play Schmekel's "Homotaschen" if you feel like it, which I hope you do.
I had to get up for a CT scan early this morning, which entailed catching the crosstown bus from Sullivan. I did not have to get lunch afterward at Mamaleh's, but the bus was going that way anyway. I had a chocolate egg cream and my traditional off-menu 50/50 (half chopped liver, half cold tongue) with mustard on rye and I read several chapters of Craig Rice's Home Sweet Homicide (1944), on loan from my mother. After that I had about an hour and a half to kill before meeting friends and I spent it mostly at Raven Used Books, where thanks to the gift certificate from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nineweaving I acquired NYRB reprints of Barbara Comyns' The Juniper Tree (1985) and William McPherson's Testing the Current (1984) and a nicely pulp-covered '80's reissue of Jim Thompson's Recoil (1953). I met said friends who are not on Dreamwidth at the Diesel and we hung out over coffee in their cases and very hot water with lemon in it in mine until they had to catch a train and rushthatspeaks gave me a ride home; I gave them hamantashn. spatch and I made omelets for dinner (cheddar and ham, goat's milk feta and olives) because the appliance repairman came today and through no fault of his own our oven is still broken. I watched another movie about which I am not writing because the headache is exceeding normal operating limits again. I really need to sleep.
That is the summarized version of the day; it was actually a very nice one. Especially while I was eating lunch, there was a bright slant of sunlight in my water glass and over the pages. The water was glass-edge-blue under the bridges of the Charles. I had a cat on my lap for the duration of the movie and a train whistle just went by in the night. If I had some ice cream and my skull weren't trying to strain itself out through my sinuses, I would be very happy.
I had to get up for a CT scan early this morning, which entailed catching the crosstown bus from Sullivan. I did not have to get lunch afterward at Mamaleh's, but the bus was going that way anyway. I had a chocolate egg cream and my traditional off-menu 50/50 (half chopped liver, half cold tongue) with mustard on rye and I read several chapters of Craig Rice's Home Sweet Homicide (1944), on loan from my mother. After that I had about an hour and a half to kill before meeting friends and I spent it mostly at Raven Used Books, where thanks to the gift certificate from
nineweaving I acquired NYRB reprints of Barbara Comyns' The Juniper Tree (1985) and William McPherson's Testing the Current (1984) and a nicely pulp-covered '80's reissue of Jim Thompson's Recoil (1953). I met said friends who are not on Dreamwidth at the Diesel and we hung out over coffee in their cases and very hot water with lemon in it in mine until they had to catch a train and rushthatspeaks gave me a ride home; I gave them hamantashn. spatch and I made omelets for dinner (cheddar and ham, goat's milk feta and olives) because the appliance repairman came today and through no fault of his own our oven is still broken. I watched another movie about which I am not writing because the headache is exceeding normal operating limits again. I really need to sleep.That is the summarized version of the day; it was actually a very nice one. Especially while I was eating lunch, there was a bright slant of sunlight in my water glass and over the pages. The water was glass-edge-blue under the bridges of the Charles. I had a cat on my lap for the duration of the movie and a train whistle just went by in the night. If I had some ice cream and my skull weren't trying to strain itself out through my sinuses, I would be very happy.
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And to steal your sandwich
It is mine now
Fat but fast is my motto
Did you put mustard or do I need to take care of that
Yr loving svt
Selk
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It comes with mustard, per the Mamaleh's policy! You have to ask if you don't want mustard. Pickle on the side, ditto. I would not let you steal from a second-rate deli.
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[crumb, crumb, little splotch of mustard]
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including the sandwich stealing, although i appear to be too late to get in on that action.
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*shares pickle*