I’m sorry I didn’t blog at all while Cloud Man was home. He’s since returned to Seoul, because that’s where all the really happening gemara classes are. So let me bring you up to speed on what happened while he was home.
First, there was Purim.
I wanted the girls to dress in their hanboks, because that was easy.
But my girls see Purim as a time for their own self-expression, not my inertia.
Lyra unleashed her inner clown bride.
And Sagitta is still little enough that I can pick her costume.
Yes, I am dressed up. That’s the best I can do for “gypsy”, my go-to last minute costume, because I couldn’t get my hanbok on time. The best part of how I was dressed was being out on the street, where I could just see the faces wondering if I was dressed up, or whether that was my usual attire. Around here, it can really go either way.
Cloud Man read Megilla for us on Purim day. He was dressed up as an international consultant.
I don’t mean to psychoanalyze my spouse, but I think that this may have been an expression on how suddenly our lives changed over the past year. It’s taking some getting used to.
I didn’t get a photo of Volucris in costume, but you can see him (along with Cloud Man and Lyra) in this video:
And that was our Purim. Fortunately, though, Cloud Man was home for the rest of the week, as well.
Remember I told you how I was going to get the kids rollerblades out of sheer guilt?
Done. Though Volucris got a split skateboard. They are already doing tricks.
Volucris got second place in a Judo competition. We are very, very proud.
And Bismarck has left us. Remember Bismarck?
He was with us for over a week. He crawled out the window on Purim, and was gone two days later. I miss him. It was nice to have someone keep me company while I washed the dinner dishes late at night. We had some lovely chats, though he mostly listened.
Yes, this new life is definitely taking some getting used to.