Heritage

Adi and I were amused to learn that August 19 is Jewish Heritage Night at the Oakland A’s. Naturally, it’s an event we can’t miss. Last night we sent an e-mail to our favorite baseball Jews, LB and NM, inviting them. I once told LB that I’m an honorary Jew. Yeah, right, except for the mass extinction part, he replied. It is no surprise that this was his response to the baseball event:

Maybe they just want to get enough Jews together to capture/gas us all?

Or at the very least microchip our Jewish asses so that in case banks fail or stray children are murdered or”¦

Just see which of us doesn’t rise to sing “God Bless America?”

This could NEVER happen, right???

To which NM replied,

I was recently accused by a friend of not actually being Jewish because I wasn’t musing on the gloomy side about the chance of another friend with a tumor …

You’re definitely Jewish, [LB]!

I haven’t heard a peep from my Solano Stroller. I wonder if he’ll call. I think his name was Nerov. I have no idea why I remember that when I don’t recall more important shreds of fact. I’ve decided, based on survey data, including a blog comment from Steven Gross, that I will go to coffee with him if he calls. If he doesn’t, I won’t. As Genevieve said, it may be the universe giving me an early birthday present. Or not. As you can see, I like to hedge my bets.

My plan for this sunny Sunday is to clean my bathroom. I have no knitting projects in the wings, and I just finished reading my book (Gone Girl) and I don’t like how my woodcarving has turned out (see below to click through its iterations), so I am unmoored, once again a woman without a project.