Berck: I dreamed that you worked at Walgreens, and I needed an ATM, and you said, “You can use this one here.” But instead of a screen it was like a vending machine where you could see all of the items available. So I picked what looked like a basket of dollar bills, but when it all dumped out, there were some British pounds, some gold airplanes that were each worth $63, a menorah starter set, a book on the history of gelt, and all this other stuff. I asked you what to do, and you said I could insert the British pounds into this other ATM, but of course the airplanes wouldn’t fit. And then you said, “Why did you get the grab bag?!” And you were so mad at me.
Posts by Jonah
I am Berck's wife. I must use whichever journaling software he chooses. And like it.
Helping
Contrast with this.
Potato Leek Soup
You can see the drops are in the process of escaping from a boiling bubble.
Rye Grass Smiley
My senior year at the University of Mobile, I schemed a plot and persuaded my buddy Cris to help me carry it out. I spent the night at her dorm room, and we got up very early and donned all black clothes. Unfortunately, we hadn’t set our alarm early enough, because it was already light by the time we got up. We were the only people up and about, except for the security guard patrolling in her little car. Unfortunately, this made us stick out. Fortunately, security at UM has never cared about much of anything.
We went out to the quad in the middle of the university. Cris stood in the center, while I played out several feet of twine. Then I walked in a circle as far as the twine would let me, holding a plastic bag of rye grass seed in one hand and sowing about a foot wide swath with the other. Next I shortened the string and made another arc of seed. Then we eyeballed a couple of dots. When the security car would drive by, we would drop the twine and act like we were chatting.
When we returned from winter break, we admired our handiwork from the third floor of Weaver Hall:
I think groundskeeping had tried to blur it by planting more rye seed around it, but our face definitely had the taller grass.
(Cris and I were senior class president and vice-president at the time.)
50 Cakes Update
Last Christmastime, Amanda made a chocolate, coffee, peanut butter cheesecake; I can’t remember what we decided to call it exactly. She also made two mini cakes for Berck and me, so that counts as two cakes.
She made Irish car-bomb cupcakes this last visit, but they actually involved Scottish and Mexican heritage, so I’m not sure what that makes them. All I know is that they were (and are…we haven’t finished them yet) delicious. That counts as cake number 5. 45 to go.
