Today the leftovers from TG magically transformed into a spicy Indian curry. A perfect segue into Chanukah, beginning tomorrow evening, which will no doubt be Sephardic-style, knowing me.
I’m happily looking forward to a possible visit by Avdi and co. on their way home from TG in PA, where the (G)kids are, to MO. We’re about the halfway point on their route. It feels like forever since I’ve seen them.
My mother turned 94 today. She’s like a demented zombie, barely aware of who anyone is or what they’re saying. She responds in monosyllabic noises, if at all. It’s pretty strange. But hey, I called.
Here is Misu the Gargoyle on a shelf.