On April 29th, my scanner died, so I went online for a new one.
One store's home page read, “Passover Holiday Closing. We are not accepting orders at this time. Checkout will be available starting at 9:15 pm EST Sat April 30.”
“B & H Photo is Jewish,” I told Chupa, who is Jewish. “Happy Passover!”
“. . . thank you . . . that means so much to me,” he said.
“Did you know it was Passover?”“I had my suspicions,” Chupa replied. “As soon as you said, ‘Happy Passover,’ I thought, ‘I bet it’s Passover.’ ”
“Ever been to Jiufen?” I asked Mom.
“You should go! It has a nice view of the sea. It’s supposed to be the city that inspired Spirited Away. And they have the best gweh I’ve ever tasted - your favorite, with taro and the green one with radish or whatever the chewy stuff is.”
She looked skeptical. “How did you get there? You don’t speak the language.”
Two orange tabby brothers followed us home in December. They lived with us for five weeks, snuggling, wrestling, running around like madmen and punching each other in the face, until their owners saw our “found” signs (which had been posted in front of their house for weeks).
Chupa misses them a ton. They shredded furniture, ate my expensive paintbrushes, pawed wet paintings and shoved my brush around whenever I painted, but they were cute and soft fuzzballs.