Category — Show and Tell

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Last Friday, Lori came for a visit (I thought I was being all clever in the Roundup but…er…everyone guessed it on the first try).  We’ve gotten together two other times, but this is the first time that we had almost five days just to relax and have fun without other things we need to attend.

Her online name is Lavender Luz (which, by the way, I have always pronounced as “luhz; rhymes with buzz” rather than “looz; rhymes with booze.”–Mondegreen!), and it perfectly describes the light that is apparent in her and around her.  Lori brings the peace into the room.  Being with her is like sitting in the sunshine with a slight breeze.

And that’s what we did: we sat in the sun and ate a shitload of cake and teased Josh and met up with other friends.  We had girl time every night and played with the twins and watched Jamie Oliver cry.  It was this amazing visit and I cried leaving the airport.

On Saturday, I took her out to West Virginia, which is one of my special places.  I shyly told her that I like to listen to John Denver as I drive there, and she told me that she likes him too.  Right as we crossed over the Potomac River into WV, with Harper’s Ferry peeking out on the right and the bridge over the Shenandoah in front of us, we got to Denver’s “Country Roads” on the CD.  It was literally a perfect moment of being in a happy place and hearing a happy song with a happy person (as in, she makes me happy–Lori is not perpetually in a state of giddy clappiness).  It was a convergence of three things that mean the world to me: West Virginia, this song, and Lori.

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While I was rearranging things in the living room, I found our old mancala board.  Josh refuses to play with me anymore because he never wins.  And I’m not just saying this to make him feel better–he truly isn’t that bad a player.  It’s just that I am fucking awesome.

I am to mancala what Bobby Fischer was to chess.  I literally could make you sick with my mad mancala skillz.  People start weeping when I play.  Weeping with the enormity of watching the brilliance unfold.

I taught the twins how to play, just so I could have someone to play against.  The ChickieNob tires quickly of the game and needs to get up and dance in between each move.  But the Wolvog (pardon, Jancefer Birdie) has got the ‘cala (which is what we call that frenzy that overtakes the body when it gets too close to those beautiful flat marbles).

On his second day of playing mancala, he beat me.  Yes, I was paying attention.  Yes, I was trying hard.  No, I didn’t throw the game.  He really beat my ass across the mancala board and back.  I photographed him dancing around the hallway by the mancala board and emailed it to Josh.  It only took 36 hours for the student to become the master.

If you want to play mancala online, I’ve found a decent site.  Though I kick the computer’s ass almost every time, even on the advance level.  Because I’m just that good.  The proof is in the picture.

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Returning to the idea of colour, I am absolutely in love with paint samples.  Not paint; just paint samples.  I mean, I like paint on my walls, but I love picking up paint samples and keeping them on my desk.  Paint samples for the sake of paint samples–as their own entity and not as a means to helping make a decision.

Am I the only one who makes an outing out of going to the paint store and bringing home samples just to make herself happy?

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I was supposed to be Vashti for Purim, but once I put on the costume a few minutes before we were supposed to leave the house, I realized that I was going to be freezing for the rest of the day.  I debated this out for a moment with Josh and I finally admitted that the only other costume I could think of was a slacker a la Reality Bites.  In other words, our life in the 90s.

Josh said he would dress up too.  I ran upstairs and put on a pair of torn jeans, a t-shirt layered over long underwear, and a flannel wrapped around my waist.  A dug out an old pair of steel-toed Docs and slumped down on the sofa while Josh went to change, moaning to the ChickieNob, “I’m so bored.”  Josh came back in a t-shirt that read “wage slave,” a flannel, stained jeans and Chucks.  We went out to my parent’s house to get some help with the ChickieNob’s costume which had pretty much taken over our lives for several days.

As we were walking down the stairs, my mother looked at my scuffed shoes and said, “Melissa!  Polish your shoes.  You look like a slob.”

“But it’s my costume,” I told her, unsure how she could miss the brilliance of my slacker outfit.  “They’re not my normal shoes.”

“How am I supposed to know that’s your costume when you pretty much dress like that all the time?”

Good question.  I would like it stated for the record that I only utilize 80% of this costume on a daily basis.  My jeans are never ripped on a normal day.  I haven’t had a flannel touch this body since 1997.  And I usually wear faux-fur boots, not Docs.  See, it was a costume–not my normal clothes.

When we got to shul, our friend looked at us and said, “you guys didn’t come in costume?”

“We’re in costume!” I exclaimed.  “This is a costume.  We’re 90s slackers.”

“But you look like this every single freakin’ day.”

Perhaps we were not as clever as we thought.

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On Tuesday, I went into the post office to mail my first batch of mishloach manot and I brought the postal workers their annual basket of cookies and candies.  I asked if Joel was working because I knew he always looked forward to the hamantaschen and had asked back in January if it was getting close to Purim.  “He retired,” the postal worker admitted.  “Two weeks ago.”

She pointed out that even the retired still have to pick up their daily mail, so she put the hamantaschen in his mailbox.  But it really blew my mind that he wouldn’t be there anymore when I came in to pick up my mail or send a package.  I don’t have a picture of Joel, so this rendering in Microsoft Paint will have to suffice.

Just to let you know the sort of guy Joel is, when we did the March of Dimes walk and wore the Team Lennox and  Zoë t-shirts, I went to mail them (after I washed them, after I washed them; I want it noted that I did not send Allison skanky shirts) and told Joel how special and irreplaceable they were and he left his station to walk them through the whole mailing process in the backroom and place them directly on the mail truck so he could promise me that the package didn’t get lost on its way out of the facility.  How many people would do that?  He would tell me dirty Tiger Woods jokes when I came in to get my mail.  He would give me extra boxes to fill at home so I didn’t have to package things at the post office.  And he always gave me free tape from his stash of post office tape even though I was supposed to bring my own adhesive.

He was a great postal worker and I’m sorry that he won’t be there in the morning anymore when I go to pick up my mail, but I hope he enjoys retirement and does fantastic things and still gets to enjoy the hamantaschen when he comes to pick up his own letters.

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