I am in here.
I sit in my mother’s den at her phone, typing. The people from Christie’s are here, as are the lawyer and the financial adviser, wonderful people all. They go about their business of processing my mother into the appropriate lines on the different papers that are necessary, all of which will be translated from English … Continue reading Books. Papers.
Warmer weather, and a visit to mom’s apartment with the lawyers this morning. We’re going to open the safe, and see what’s inside of it. Other than jewelry, which wouldn’t be here, I’ve no idea what we’ll find. Important papers? No, Mom would have pretended to ignorance and incapability, which she figured men found extremely … Continue reading Off to Mom's
I was told today that a year from this coming Purim will be my conversion. Now I have an actual date to look forward to. It will be over in Israel, I am sure. I hope I can get Buck to come on over. Peter as well, but Buck at least. Details to be forthcoming, … Continue reading Purim
I love this blog…. 19 January 2003“No. No way. Give me an example.” *pause* “That doesn’t even count, I was trying to show Jenna I could drive with my knee.” –A woman talking on a cell phone outside Pegasus Books [In Passing… –]
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