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A sort of jewel case
I saw my mother this afternoon for the first time in more than a month. She took a picture of me through the window of her car. When she got home, she sent it to me captioned "The crouching cat."
I took her to see the cherry blossoms, by which I mean that I walked down the street and she followed me driving. It is terrible not to be able to embrace people you love, but it is better that they stay alive to be hugged later.
The cherry blossoms in their full ornament.
Actually, I suspect cherry blossoms have a pretty decent grip on reality.
The sky full of blossom.
My mother's photo and caption: "The masked photographer creeping up on the wild blossoms."
And one of the rare hothouse blossoms to be found within our apartment. Note the tiny corner of soulful fang.
We skimmed the schmaltz off the soup this afternoon (and saved it to cook with, because we're not barbarians), re-simmered with the bones and vegetables, and then strained it out at last into proper soup. Everyone else I know seems to be baking all the time. I suppose this is the pesachdik equivalent.
I took her to see the cherry blossoms, by which I mean that I walked down the street and she followed me driving. It is terrible not to be able to embrace people you love, but it is better that they stay alive to be hugged later.
The cherry blossoms in their full ornament.
Actually, I suspect cherry blossoms have a pretty decent grip on reality.
The sky full of blossom.
My mother's photo and caption: "The masked photographer creeping up on the wild blossoms."
And one of the rare hothouse blossoms to be found within our apartment. Note the tiny corner of soulful fang.
We skimmed the schmaltz off the soup this afternoon (and saved it to cook with, because we're not barbarians), re-simmered with the bones and vegetables, and then strained it out at last into proper soup. Everyone else I know seems to be baking all the time. I suppose this is the pesachdik equivalent.
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Similarly, I took my mom out to see the Scylla.
(That is, I visited my parents, whom I miss a lot in ways that surprise me, and I dropped off some bread and milk, and we had a talk in their back lawn, which is carpeted in blue flowers that I love.)
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Thank you.
(That is, I visited my parents, whom I miss a lot in ways that surprise me, and I dropped off some bread and milk, and we had a talk in their back lawn, which is carpeted in blue flowers that I love.)
I'm glad you had that. (And I appreciate the exegesis, because otherwise I was trying to figure out how I could possibly have some missed some local cultural or topographical feature of that name.)
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Um. Anyway. Carpet of Scilla. (Not, mind you, my house's.)