Lis's Project 365

I’ve taken a page from Doug’s book and posted a picture of something I ate today.

I know a lot of people don’t  like Passover, but I am not one of them. It’s challenging to come up with a good menu, but that’s no big deal. And it’s certainly a good excuse to whip up a batch of lox, matzah and eggs for breakfast!

Every month at work, the Art Educator decorates the Art Studio with samples that show a wide variety of the type of art being done that month in the Studio. This month, the kids are doing puppet-making and the Studio is full of marionettes, hand puppets, and finger puppets of all shapes and sizes. But I liked these two.

There was a “feminist seder” at my moms’ UU church tonight. So naturally there was an orange on the seder plate.

The story my mom told was that a rabbi supposedly said “we need a woman on the bimah like we need an orange on the seder plate.” But I just did a little research, and many web sites tell a different story. And it’s much more interesting.

Anyway, the seder was fun and I am completely stuffed.

Git yer Boston Herald here!

or, um…your Boston Globe.
oops.

I’m just going to take a wild guess here and say they don’t want people going in this way.

I wonder if this is what everyone looks like through the eyes of a chiropractor…

I realize the eye is a very delicate and intricate organ, and that ophthamologists need very specialized equipment to be able to study them properly. But seriously…if this doesn’t look like a prop from a science fiction movie, I don’t know what does.

(happy to report that my eyes are fine, by the way.)

Last summer when Doug and I got the house ready for showing, we had to put a bunch of stuff away in a storage unit. We weren’t particularly careful about packing; we just wanted to get the stuff out of the house. But now that the boxes are going to be loaded into a moving truck, we figured we should go through them again, and repack and retape as necessary.

Spotted this guy walking along Newbury Street, of all places. Not sure if he was an environmentalist chasing down errant grocery bags, or just an eccentric kind of guy.

Back home, and the rain from Baltimore seems to have followed me.

Fortunately, my office is in a wide back hallway that sees relatively little traffic, so I am able to leave my open umbrella out to dry without it being in anyone’s way.