April

June 25, 2016

April

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!”

Chupa paused.

“. . . 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.’ ”


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For dinner, I cooked buckwheat noodles to pair with spinach and broth.  Chupa found the noodles in the sink and began eating them out of the colander.

“Mmmm,” he said.

“Do you like them?”

“Mmmm, warm rubber bands,” he replied. 

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November 17, 2017

“Want to play a game?” Mom would ask.

The game turned out to be us pinching and pulling the skin on the tops of our hands in a perpetual dog pile of claw hands.  She’d pull/pinch the skin on the top of my right hand with her right hand.  While she held the pinch, I put my left hand over her right hand to pinch her skin and hold it while she put her left hand over my left hand and pinched hard.  I’d take my right hand from the bottom, and put it over her left hand to pinch, and so on.  This game never lasted long, as Mom, smiling, would speed up the process until we ended with a big collapsed hand pile.

This game was painful and not fun, but Mom enjoyed it.  She probably had some nostalgic attachment to it.