On Tuesday, I was in my garden with my gardener, showing him my new beehive, when I noticed what I thought was a dead grey squirrel curled up near the compost pile.
 
“Oh, Federico,” I said, “There’s a dead squirrel, can you get rid of it?”
 
The squirrel must have heard.  It unrolled itself, sat up and blinked.  It wasn’t running away though. It just sat there.
 
Federico and I discussed the squirrel, and it sat still while we talked about it. Federico noticed that ants were crawling over its…See More

I have to come out about something.I’m not  straight.But I don’t know what to call myself.  Maybe you can help me.I don’t know the word for what I am, besides old.I’m so old  I don’t know what things mean anymore. I’m so old I think a tranny is a part of car.I’m so old I think three-way refers to an intersection.I’m so old I think that LGBTQ could be a really fancy sandwich (maybe  LettuceGoudaTomatoBaconQuiche.  (why anyone would put quiche in a sandwich is beyond me, but these are modern…See More

Openness in Hamantaschen?Hi, all,I got the whole concept of cookie cleavage from a woman and engineer named Marjorie Peskin. We were discussing mass producing three cornered cookies for Purim--Marjorie is an observant Jew and an excellent baker, and "cleavage" seemed to be the best thing to call that space where the filling peeks out. It is a tradition to exchange plates or baskets of different food on the…See More