We’ve been members of the JCC for like 17 years? omg, so long. Anyways, we are members because of the annual beloved camp that Edda (and Vince) went to during the summers. Now we no longer really need to be members as we no longer need to register for camp (weep), but when I went to cancel the membership (which includes the gym/pool/etc. that we never use) last year and replace it with a donation, I hesitated because – would they rather me be a member? or a donor? And then sometimes once you hesitate on these things, you never get back to them again. The monthly charge popped up again on my bank statement and then I decided to turn back to it and it turns out that you can be a member AND a donor at the same time. So I’m changing the regular membership to the member/donor option. (This is the most boring blog post ever, sorry.). There are forms to fill out, one to cancel, one to restart and Jeremy and I will be members and then it was like – who is our emergency contact in case both of us are incapacitated? I hesitated and put VINCE for the first time. Then I texted him that this was a big step and he was are emergency contact.
His reply:
I have this beautiful notebook that Dani gave me last year from Japan and I always have dreams of using is with different colors and neat handwriting. I have all the pens, I have all the grids. I probably even have the handwriting. What I lack is the caring. I used to care and square everything and I remember that girl who wanted everything just so – was a rigid person I was back then worried about all possiblee mistakes. But now I’m like…who the hell knows what is going on, I’m just going to scribble and make mistakes everyday – it’s no fun unless you screw up a little bit everyday. I made an Oreo cheesecake last night. I didn’t use a water bath like you are supposed to because the recipe insisted that I didn’t need one, but maybe I did need one because the top did split – a mini grand canyon in the middle of my cheesecake with little oreo crags and crevices that miniature cheesecake rock climbers would be happy to traverse. Oh well. I was hoping to not need to make the ganache to cover the error, but now I need to slather it with a coating of chocolate. Just terrible.
We are so excited that Dani’s graduate studies are suppose to help us measure the ripeness of pears based on their color. We actually have that problem in the house – Jeremy loves pears and they are not predictable. Sometimes, for whatever reason, they never ripen, other times, they rot from the inside, other times they are so delicious and ripen all within the same 8 hours and then Jeremy is like – OK, today we are only eating pears. I have 13 pears here that need to be eaten…right now, right now. And then we all get down to eating pears – except for Elka who will eat a fallen pear piece but really is waiting for the fallen chicken morsel.
I think post is funny. Not boring.