I felt like the modern world had turned on me.

Did you make any specific wish to travel back in time around these events?

One of my very closest friendships in college began that way, oddly enough.

How did you manage to get past the first barrier, to get to the purple, so to speak?

The best moments have been with the kids

Oh, stories, please! And could there be pictures? I think I've only seen the one of Isaac, when he was a very wee baby, and I can't even imagine how grown Franny is.

family issues threatening to blow out of porportion

I hope they remained in the "threaten" area, not getting to actually doing it. Though, sometimes it seems like "family" has built-in, as part of its definition, the chaos and the stress and the lack of proportions. At least, most families that I know (including my own) have that.

I do enjoy looking at the old letters, etc. My parents saved the goofiest stuff.

And that reads lovely. Which is another part of the definition, I guess, mostly, again.

I do enjoy looking at the old letters, etc. My parents saved the goofiest stuff.

Oh, that is the most amazing part of sorting through someone's estate. When my grandmother died, my grandfather did all her paperwork and culled all her stuff himself, so now that he has passed we are all slowly working our way through both his and her things - postcards from Tahoe, lettters asking for dinner-and-a-movie dates, a Valentine's Day poem typed in red ink (final line: I'm damn glad you're my Valentine!), things my grandmother had saved from her grandmother's personal papers (yellowed birth notices and obituaries, labels from candy boxes, a Victorian pendant containing a lock of the hair of the "baby aunt" who died at age 18 months in the 1890s, leaving behind only a single picture and the neatly braided lock of hair).

Now, you spill, please. I want to hear about the lovely goofy stuff your parents saved. t /emotional greedhead

Nilly, the Zmayhem holiday weekend has been very good indeed -- long lazy Thanksgiving day, lots of aimless wandering around the neighborhood and snacking on leftovers ever since, and lunch with juliana and deb on Friday. I didn't get to see the inside of any of her possible apartments, but we did drive and walk around a couple of neighborhoods with some possibilities. Do you remember the neighborhood of the pirate store? She lit up just ambling through the side streets near there, looking totally at ease and eager and saying, "I could live here. I could be at home here." It was so neat to see!

I've been to yoga, and then grocery shopped, so the day is already splendidly full of accomplishment.

Also I found an interesting Bookcrossing book at the yoga studio that someone had just left a few minutes before, so I took it, as it was definitely a Sign that I need to read more....

Did you make any specific wish to travel back in time around these events?

Not that I remember... but would I remember? If I had altered history and stuff? How IS president Gore?

Now, you spill, please.

We hardly have anything of that sort, at all.

My father's family immigrated to Israel in the fifties, with pretty much nothing, from a place that didn't believe in bureaucracy or documentation. When my father had his "roots trip" a few years ago (when the political situation was quiet enough for him to visit the Muslim north-African country in which he was born), he found in the old synagogue they used to pray a prayer-book with listings, in his father's handwriting, of births and family events. He had to leave the book there, it was the property of the place. I've never seen a picture of that grandfather (he died when my father was very young).

My mother's family - who came from the same country, but from a more urban area, not the island of my father's family - has more pictures, some of them at my mother's albums. But we have none of the sort of souvenirs that JZ described.

Do you remember the neighborhood of the pirate store?

Oh, of course!

See, I was never lucky enough to meet juliana in face-space, but just from how she writes and looks in pictures, I can totally imagine her there. It sort of clicks and fits, like pieces of a puzzle or the next note in a familiar tune. And it's so good to read her being happy about this!

And I'm glad to read of your lovely day (though, as usual when I read Buffistas' holiday F2F reports, a bit jealous).

the day is already splendidly full of accomplishment

Yay Theo!

but would I remember?

Depends on which physical-enterpretation-that-enables-time-travel your time machine works, of course.

[Edit: and 7+1=5+3, and all odd digits all scrambled around, because only some of them took a trip through Trudy's time machine.]

I'm posting from in front of a liquor store right now AIFG.

ETA: Polgara just took a picture to commemorate the occasion.

t waving

I woke up today with a sniffly nose and sore throat. Uh oh.

I woke up today with a sniffly nose and sore throat.

This could be the first line of a blues song.

um... drink lots of fluids.

Polgara just took a picture to commemorate the occasion.

Yay! Polgara takes excellent pictures.

Kristin, I hope you feel as better as possible as soon as possible.

Hi Nilly! I've got to tell you--it's surreal how many Israelis I'm surrounded by on a daily basis now that I'm working at Milken. I've gotten used to hearing Hebrew spoken as often as English. It's rather nice. I wish you could come visit again so I could show you around.