Updating: A Compilation of Randomness
First of all, I need to address the recent ukase from Moscow: I don't like it. I do like my friends here, though, and I plan to stick around as long as you are here to stick to. In the meantime, I'm going to look into transferring my posts...all 1,544 of them...to Dreamwidth where I already have an account and where I am known as...wait for it!...FanSee. If you want to make sure I friend you there, do me a favor and post a comment to this post with your DW name.
Also, while you're at it, if you know how to upload your pictures from LJ's Scrapbook to either my desktop or (preferably) Amazon's version of the cloud, I'd appreciate some guidance in either an email (njs19147@yahoo.com) or a comment. Due to various electronic accidents over the years, many of my pictures exist only in Scrapbook.
If you celebrate Easter, I hope you had a lovely day, full of the joy of renewal that the holiday commemorates.
If you celebrate Passover, as I do, I apologize for not having wished you a happy holiday before now, as the eighth day looms up before us. Somehow or other, recently I have become less well-organized, less conscientious, less attentive, and less concerned about how poorly I'm doing in these areas. There will be no swearing that I'll reform and do better in the future: I find that unlikely. I do ask, however, that you believe I mean well even when I don't do well.
Speaking of Passover, this was our Passover table:
We celebrated at my son and daughter-in-law's on Monday, 10 April, the first night of Passover. Those present, besides myself and John and Pam, were:
1. My sister, Debbie,
2. My grandson, Ryan, and his wife, Jill,
3. Pam's brother, Sam, and his wife, Yvonne,
4. Sam and Pam's father, Steve.
5. A couple from John's running club whose names I never learned.
Not present for various and odd reasons were:
1. My granddaughter, Samantha,
2. My granddaughter by another grandmother, Julie,
3. My son, Alan, and his wife, Olga,
4. My son, David, his wife, Lauri, and their son, Ryan's brother, Justin,
5. Steve's wife, Phoebe, and
6. My niece, Karen, and her husband, Bruce.
It could have been quite the mob scene.
We went all the way through the Haggadah up to, and including, the meal, then wimped out on the post-meal readings and songs. Conversation was lively. We discussed various Seder customs and traditions our families observed and agreed that the very best tradition was Pam's chocolate-cover matzah which we ate almost to the last crumb.
On September 14, 2017, I had to have my big cat, Razor, put down because of a mass in his belly. He was about 15.
The week before he died, I stocked up on both his dry food and his canned food. Like all male cats, he had a torturous ureter and so had to eat special, expensive food to avoid blockages. The vet took back the unused canned food; the dry food I fed to Ziva (see icon) once a day. (She got Science Diet for her evening meal.) A quarter cup at a time, she ate her way through Razor's food. This morning she finished it off. Now, not only is Razor thoroughly, completely gone, but I'm retiring the container I used for his dry food:
I am a bit sad. FanSee
Also, while you're at it, if you know how to upload your pictures from LJ's Scrapbook to either my desktop or (preferably) Amazon's version of the cloud, I'd appreciate some guidance in either an email (njs19147@yahoo.com) or a comment. Due to various electronic accidents over the years, many of my pictures exist only in Scrapbook.
If you celebrate Easter, I hope you had a lovely day, full of the joy of renewal that the holiday commemorates.
If you celebrate Passover, as I do, I apologize for not having wished you a happy holiday before now, as the eighth day looms up before us. Somehow or other, recently I have become less well-organized, less conscientious, less attentive, and less concerned about how poorly I'm doing in these areas. There will be no swearing that I'll reform and do better in the future: I find that unlikely. I do ask, however, that you believe I mean well even when I don't do well.
Speaking of Passover, this was our Passover table:
We celebrated at my son and daughter-in-law's on Monday, 10 April, the first night of Passover. Those present, besides myself and John and Pam, were:
1. My sister, Debbie,
2. My grandson, Ryan, and his wife, Jill,
3. Pam's brother, Sam, and his wife, Yvonne,
4. Sam and Pam's father, Steve.
5. A couple from John's running club whose names I never learned.
Not present for various and odd reasons were:
1. My granddaughter, Samantha,
2. My granddaughter by another grandmother, Julie,
3. My son, Alan, and his wife, Olga,
4. My son, David, his wife, Lauri, and their son, Ryan's brother, Justin,
5. Steve's wife, Phoebe, and
6. My niece, Karen, and her husband, Bruce.
It could have been quite the mob scene.
We went all the way through the Haggadah up to, and including, the meal, then wimped out on the post-meal readings and songs. Conversation was lively. We discussed various Seder customs and traditions our families observed and agreed that the very best tradition was Pam's chocolate-cover matzah which we ate almost to the last crumb.
On September 14, 2017, I had to have my big cat, Razor, put down because of a mass in his belly. He was about 15.
The week before he died, I stocked up on both his dry food and his canned food. Like all male cats, he had a torturous ureter and so had to eat special, expensive food to avoid blockages. The vet took back the unused canned food; the dry food I fed to Ziva (see icon) once a day. (She got Science Diet for her evening meal.) A quarter cup at a time, she ate her way through Razor's food. This morning she finished it off. Now, not only is Razor thoroughly, completely gone, but I'm retiring the container I used for his dry food:
I am a bit sad. FanSee