Every Thursday night is fish night with my folks. The fish are from our new CSA – except it’s a CSF: Community Supported Fishery. Weekly deliveries of practically-still-twitching fish. You don’t know what kind until that morning, but whatever it is, we just throw it on the grill. Yum!

And we can watch movies on the new GIANT TV. Thanks to Mom, Dad, and Mike, I can now see my tv screen from all the way across the room! It’s amazing. You can see every pixel in Elizabeth Bennet’s bonnet. I can’t believe I didn’t do this earlier….. (Just for the record: still no channels! Never!  This is a Netflix-only TV.)

When I was in high school Anandi and I had Shakespeare class together and the teacher always wrote all the homework for each class on the board, so you could copy down the assignment as soon as you came in. One day, under the assignments we saw the following hieroglyph:

Never found out what it meant, but to this day, I can’t hear the word “fish” without thinking, “fish, fish, oblivion, fish.” I’m sure when I’m an old, old lady this will puzzle my caretakers.