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Spring Cleaning in the Winter, Persimmon Yarn, and Turkish Food

Dear Kid,

What a lovely day in South Florida yesterday. Grandma and Grandpa and I made HUGE progress on the apartment. Every dish—out of the cupboard, clean the cupboard, sort the dishes, get rid of a bunch, everyone back in the pool. Repeat with the spice cabinet.

Then we went crazy and bought a new drying rack and real-size wine glasses at Target. I was going to buy Boggle to leave here, but there was a Major Flaw in the System: Target (at least the one we visited) did not carry Boggle. I would say something like “it boggles the mind” but you’d probably raise an eyebrow if I did.

We also visited Cousin Roz. She’s recovering from a fall (frowny face) but she is a hoot and a half (smiley face). We got caught up on all the family gossip news.

Remember the knitting basket Grandma and I went through a day or two ago? Thousands of knitting needles in every shape and size, as you may recall. Grandma found a pattern for a summer sweater that she wants to make, so on our way to dinner last night we stopped at Michael’s to find yarn. We found a lovely shade of persimmon (go look it up) and then Grandma said, “Now I need knitting needles.”


“What size?” I politely inquire (and by “what size” I meant “are you out of your mind?”)

“10” says Grandma ignoring my intent.

“We found size 10,” I say somewhat patiently (and by “somewhat patiently” I mean “in a flabbergasted manner but still showing proper respect for my mother”).

“They’re too long,” Grandma informs me, still ignoring my intent.

We bought knitting needles.

For the record, I agree with her. The ones we found are much too long to be of use to anyone (and by “anyone” I mean either Grandma or me). Why I am taking them home is a mystery that will not be solved today.

After the Great Yarn Purchase, we went to a restaurant for Turkish food. I had never had Turkish food before. I’m still not 100% sure that I have. Except for the red lentil soup I had with my meal (which was very good although I couldn’t quite figure out the spice they used), the fish (while very good) was not particularly different from other fish I’ve eaten.

Still a lovely dinner with excellent company (and by “excellent company” I mean Grandma, Grandpa, and the girl at the table behind me who talked non-stop about the classes she’s taking in college. She’s studying theater and LOOOVES her current lighting teacher.).

The fish miss you! Come Back Soon DearKidLoveMom.comCan’t wait to hear all about your scuba diving adventures.

Love, Mom

P.S. Happy Birthday, Grandma Pat!

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October Confusion and Little Tomatoes

Tomatoes ripe for picking in October DearKidLoveMom.comDear Kid,

It’s October. You can tell because the iris leaves are turning brown, the tomatoes are just ripe for picking off the vine, the stores are putting out Christmas decorations, and Booker is shedding like it’s spring. The trees and Pi have changed their plumage (trees to yellow and red; Pi to purple [my hands are now slightly lavender from the hair dye]). Right next to the preliminary Christmas décor you’ll find mega bags of candy and marked down school supplies.

We are somewhat seasonally confused.

Every year about this time, Dad says, “Next year I’m going to start the tomatoes earlier. I’ll plant the seeds inside and move them.” So far, we’re still picking tomatoes around Thanksgiving. When Pi was little she couldn’t quite get her mouth around the words “little tomato” so the red fruit in the picture continues to be called “l’illa matatoes” in our house.

To no one’s surprise, the world is still revolving and the government may or may not be operating with its customary inefficiency. Journalists from all sides of all issues have opinions. Comedians from all points of view have commentary on those opinions. As far as I can tell, the tomatoes have no opinion other than a slight desire to be eaten rather than thrown at someone. (Tomatoes are not known as great thinkers.)

polar bear waiting for grandma and grandpa DearKidLoveMom.comGrandma and Grandpa are traveling (not a surprise, I know) this time to north Canada. Nope, farther north than that. Polar bear north. Special outfits north. Are-you-kidding-me north. Looking for a guy named Kris Kringle north. Take two more steps and you’ll be in the film “Gravity” north. North. I’m pretty sure they won’t be picking tomatoes in October.

Love, Mom

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