Some of you know that Dedushka, my dad, is in the hospital under observation.
Dedushka and Volucris at Volucris's bar mitzvah
Here’s the scoop: Dedushka is fine. Part of his face is a little droopy, but the CT scan is clear. (They say they didn’t find anything, but when it comes to a brain scan I’m pretty sure that means they didn’t find anything abnormal. If they didn’t find anything at all we’d have other worries). He was very dizzy and nauseated, too, and with symptoms like these doctors like to keep an eye on things. So Dedushka is going to be in the hospital until Sunday.
We are managing fine; either my sister or I are with my mom, who is handling this fairly well, all things considered.
Meanwhile, dad’s Hebrew name is Pinchas Ben Karolia, and a perek of tehillim or a nice mishabeirach in shul won’t go amiss. Thanks, and shabbat shalom!
Remember my niece, the superhero? She invited us over for dinner tonight.
See the powder blue calculator watch? Super Elisheva knows her Geek Chic.
Super Elisheva went to Cooking camp at a gourmet food and cookware shop here in our city. She wanted to share what she learned with me. It was an honor, as well as a culinary delight.
She made these delicious ravioli (these were the exquisite cheese ravioli in creamy tomato sauce. We didn’t get a picture of the divine yam ravioli in cream sauce).
See the cigar on the side? It was filled with cheese and nuts and sun-dried tomatoes and mint and love.
And then my dearest, beloved niece made deep-fried ice cream.
Special thanks to Super Elisheva's sister, Wonder Chaviva, for the photos.
It was a religious experience. Warm and crunchy and cold and smooth, Super Elisheva served this study in contrasts up with real maple syrup. It’s something I’ve only ever read about, and friend, if you’ve only ever read about deep-fried ice cream instead of tasting it, summon Super Elisheva (I’m just guessing on the summoning thing, as I’m not really clear on how other people contact superheroes. I just use my cell phone). Once you’ve reached her, beg her to make some deep-fried ice cream for you.
Because you know something?
Super Elisheva did it again!
Guess who came home today?
And this is why you should always check your home for holes in the space/time continuum.
Volucris came home, too.
We missed him so, so much.
Sagitta wouldn’t let go of him for hours after he walked through the door and the older girls insisted that he play with them and talked his ear off filling him in on the last two and a half weeks. There was Lego building of a big set that Volucris didn’t open until just so that he could put it together with them. It’s good to have him back.
This is how Lyra gets her summer on.
At Steves’ Salon, of course.
It’s June and my hands are sticky with hair gel. This can only mean one thing: dance recital season.
There’s nothing like watching a flutter of little ballerinas cavorting on a stage. Lyra, of course, is the least little one.
I'll only worry if she gets in the habit of beginning sentences with the words "fee fie foe fum".
When we entered the class for the first lesson the teacher tried to explain to me that this was the kindergarten group. When she realized that by age, Lyra was in the correct room, the teacher looked up and down my 5 foot, 5.5 inch frame and asked, “so, where are the tall genes in the family?”. Fortunately, Lyra doesn’t think too much about being a half a head taller than the really tall girls, or that she towers over her more moderately sized classmates. She’s just there to dance.
And does she dance.
With her whole heart.
Next year she moves up to the first grade classes with their black leotards and chiffon skirts.
Portrait of the Ballerina as a Young Woman.
I’m enjoying the pink while it lasts.
You know what happens when you help them raise their wings?
They fly away.
I really should have seen this coming. We’ve been planning this trip for months, yet seeing Volucris hop into Benny’s taxi with his suitcase behind him still left me stunned. Volucris is going with his grandparents to see family in the USA. He’ll be away for two and a half weeks. I’m really happy for him (and for all the cousins waiting to see him on the other side of the ocean). But those of us still left here miss him terribly already.
Our morning was spent sitting and moping (“But who will play piano with me?” was but one of the laments. The way some people here carried on you’d think we’d accidentally indentured him to pirates and wouldn’t see him again until he was twenty-one).
By afternoon, we were slowly having fun again.
Aquila and Lyra were prepping playsilks for dye, and Sagitta was deeply involved with the dishes in the sink.
I won’t bore you with a tutorial on how to dye your own playsilks, as a simple google search will turn up a bijillion of them, but the basic idea is white square silk scarves + food coloring + vinegar + heat = totally awesome open-ended (and colorfast) toy.
The whole process is lots of fun and very easy.
The scarves dry fast once they are dyed, and the pink one was a headscarf, a blanket, a tallit, royal robes, wings, and a field of flowers within a few minutes of play. It was dizzying, really.
The girls fell in love with this one because it looks like the sky with clouds.
It’s a shame Volucris wasn’t here, though. He’d have turned them all into tanks within seconds.
I do miss that kid.