Mouse letters, red-eyes, etc
Back in Hamsterdance again. But not, of course, before an essential NYC stop.
I absolutely did order a Russ and D everything-bagel-with-scallion-cream-cheese-scottish-salmon-capers-tomato-and-red-onion magnificence while waiting for the uber to Newark Airport.
I absolutely did eat said Russ and D everything-bagel-with-scallion-cream-cheese-scottish-salmon-capers-tomato-and-red-onion magnificence on the plane.
(And a black and white cookie.)
(Because I am a walking New York Ashkenazi stereotype, thank you for asking.)
I felt guilt about my plane neighbor’s experience. Of course.
And then I thought, “Hey, man. Smelly food is bad on a plane, but Russ and Daughters transcends smelly food.”
(If I turned around on a plane, for example, and saw that you were eating R&D I would salute you, despite its smell.)
(But also, apologies if you were in rows 32 or 34 aka behind or in front of me on the red-eye flight to Amsterdam the other night.)
In any event.
Our eyes are red and we are back.
I’m okay with the lack of sleep, because Hamsterdance is in show-off mode. Flowers and tulips and blue skies. The weather is probably on its best behavior since it got the memo that my family was coming (and, as we know, I control the weather).
Yes, the Billigs have arrived into the Disney simulation.
Today we went for a canal boat ride, something I have not done once in my entire decade of going to / year and a half of living in Amsterdam.
I bought tiny party hats and a pirate eye patch at the Kinderfeestwinkel to mark the occasion.
And it was glorious.
I also bought a feast at our local markets and woke up at 7 am to bake bagels because I am your Jewish grandmother.
Red-eyes, large smiles, etc.
Wild to imagine that in just a year and a half so much of this cobblestoned Disney simulation has become routine to me.
I love seeing the city through their eyes, though, and feel a deep affection again for all my cutie Dutch brethren. We’ve done much of what you’d expect: Vondelpark, Albert Cuypmarkt, boat rides and all. But on their first day I had my priorities straight. No Google Search or guide book would lead them to the greatest paper store in the universe, but their daughter sure as hell would.
As we checked out, out my dear Vlieger friends looked down at the two Japanese tape rolls I had brought and were confused by how little I was purchasing. This charmed me and was also accurate (my postcard problem is my best problem), so I doubled back and grabbed a bunch of pretty envelopes.
Tiny ones, to be specific.
I’m not sure if we’ve discussed this, but my newest obsession is teensy tinesy letters. Letters that you would receive from a mouse. A taali mouse.
Post NL is extremely confused by the teensy tinesy letters. They take ages to deliver. But in the end, when they do, they bring a joy to the person receiving much larger than their mouse size.
I’m still trying to figure out if the mouse letters make it through international post, and if they do I will be sending them out to any of you cutie paid subscribers that want one instead of a postcard this month (email coming separately about that soon!)
And in the meanwhile I’m keeping my eyes on the prize, to the best of my ability. There will be some big non-album-but-very-much-life-related news to report at some point maybe next week when my head is more on straight (I am not pregnant! and not planning to be! Please don’t think it’s that! I love all your babies but I am very much good on babies!).
Until then, I am sending you all of the joy of a perfect Russ and Daughters sandwich in a United window seat.
More next week.