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Oh, and. My Gina is safely in Israel (as safely as "in Israel" can be) until next Wednesday. Tomorrow after work I'll go to Mint Manor and stay the weekend, and shuttle back and forth to and from work on Monday and Tuesday (worth the cab fares to ease Gina's mind, and I like being on Riley duty.) I asked her to please bring me dried figs.

My mom bought me a knitting bag from Israel last weekend. She purchased it at some Jewish museum in Chicago. It's either really gaudily old-ladyish, or groovily neo-hippie. I just hold my breath and hope it's the latter, for I'm using it as a purse. (Hey, it's sturdy.) I wonder if I ought to just dye my hair grey and become an old lady. I think I'm really very good at it. Everyone will call me "Granny" instead of Tavie, and ask me what it was like in "the old country" (Brooklyn), and to tell them stories about the olden days when the subway cost $1.15 (the 80's).

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