You know the thing with 9 Av? It isn’t Shabbos. So although you can’t exactly do anything, either because you aren’t allowed (laundry) or because you’re fasting so you need to conserve your energy (shopping, mopping, packing), you ARE allowed to plan. You’re allowed to plan, and plan, and plan. Especially if you’re leaving for a three-week [...]
Look, I made this:
It’s a tree. We were at my sister-in-law’s for Shabbos, and we stayed over last night [psst: I wrote this on Sunday, so please adjust chronology accordingly] as well, and this morning I decided to color, because hey, everybody else was doing it. So I made a tree. My girls and my [...]
I’ve decided I’m not in favor of the brain. No one organ (is the brain an organ?) should be that important. It’s decidedly undemocratic for the same pile of squishy stuff to control everything. Speech; motion; personality; memory; alertness; the ability to not walk into walls, etc. – this one mound of soft gray spaghetti has to [...]
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The barbecue:
Note the helpful labels. Ok, they aren’t helpful at all, because I just published the post and the text is so tiny you can’t see it at all, but I can’t figure out how to fix it on G’s bizarro photo editing software, which I seem not to know how to use. So I’ll [...]
I woke up this morning and I almost felt the presence of an itty bitty bit of the pre-R stroke version of Miriam. That is, neither my mind nor the day itself seemed to be completely and immediately eclipsed by terror.
Hmm.
Could this be the beginning of the new reality? New version of normal? Before July [...]
I guess.
Or not. It’s a little difficult to get excited about anything right now, even things that I acknowledge are exciting. So perhaps the celebration will take place after, you know, the whole terrifying crisis is over (please God let it be over), but in the meantime I’ll announce that….
…I passed my French exam.
[insert polite applause]
For [...]
You know that joke? Two elephants are sitting in a bath. One says to the other “Can you hand me the soap?” The other one says “No soap, radio!”
Get it?
If you get it, you’re lying, because there’s nothing to get. The whole thing is a practical joke. The trick is, everyone who knows that there’s [...]
No stroke yet! (that’s not why I’m grouching) Plus, we worked out a much better plan for getting her from camp to Columbia. God bless volunteer ambulances. Especially ones that understand stuff, such as the difference between a pediatric ER at a hospital that will administer TPA to a six year old, as opposed to [...]
She’s been at camp for three hours, and no stroke yet. I’m thinking I might need some blood pressure medication myself pretty soon.
The camp is wonderful. Unbelievable. I was so sure they were going to say “The doctors said she could come back? HAHAHAHA funny joke. No thanks.” But they didn’t. They’re thrilled to have [...]
R’s home. You may remove her name from your davening list. You may want to add my finances to your davening list, however (along with the finances of the rest of the world, I mean), because I’ve detected a sharp increase in my spending over the last several days. I think it may be what [...]
