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Happy 37th Birthday, Cloud Man.

 

 

Here’s to a scalable and elastic future together.

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Tu B’Shvat

Six years ago today according to the Jewish calendar, Lyra was born on the bathing room floor. The next morning, we planted a tree with her placenta in our backyard.

You know, that sounds weird even to me.

At any rate, today we celebrated her sixth birthday.

We made balloon decorations.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This came from a kit we bought at Linko-s, the office superstore. I think I might get a few to take home.

We baked a cake.

Candy decorations provided by Aunt Kira.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was not as easy as you think it was. I began with my favorite white cake recipe.

Only I didn’t have corn starch. Or baking soda. Or sour cream. No problem, I found potato starch and baking powder at Chabad, and substituted cream that I brought with me to make icing. I didn’t have vanilla, so I substituted chopped up candy bars. And then I baked it in the combination microwave/convection oven we have here.

It worked. It doesn’t look like much, but it tasted pretty good.

We gave tzedakkah… but first we had to make a tzadakkah box. (Go ahead, guess where our guests were from). And we played with glow sticks.

Snap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cloud Man brought out the cake,

"HaYom Yom Huledet..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and Sagitta took my marshmallow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In honor of Tu B’shvat, our guests brought dates.

This was after we had a few.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We pretended they weren’t the Dole brand. Seoul isn’t well known for its dates.

And how was your Tu B’Shvat?

Six.

This is what six looks like:

Missing front tooth and all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyra wore her hanbok to celebrate. She calls it her Korean Princess Dress.

The height of Korean fashion, circa 1450 CE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We invited some children we’ve befriended to a birthday party in our apartment. Moments before they arrived, so did housekeeping (yes, daily housekeeping. I can seriously get used to living like this).

Usually the housekeeping woman is very differential. She is friendly, but her preference is to act invisible. That is, until she saw Lyra in her hanbok. She got all excited, pulled out her cell phone (is this a good time to mention that her cell phone is light years more advanced than mine? Okay, so I’ve refused a new cell phone for years, but still. Koreans take their technology very seriously.) The housekeeping woman asked me if she could photograph Lyra! Of course I agreed. So if you frequent any Korean websites and you see a photo of Lyra dressed like this, now you know how it got there. What I’ve learned in the past week is this: show any interest or respect for Korean language or culture, and the people here adore you for it. “Kamsamnida” goes a long way, not just because you are saying thank you, but because you’ve bothered to learn the Korean word for it.

This is the same housekeeping woman who owns all our dishes, but that’s a different story.

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