The power of peaches

High chairs have arrived in abundance! Andi very kindly bought us an Inglesina Fast chair, the kind that attaches to the table. And the very same day it arrived in the mail, one of my adult students brought over a traditional high chair with a plastic tray. She had bought it for her grandchildren for when they came to visit, and they've since grown up, so it's been living in her basement. We'll use both, I'm sure, one at home and one while visiting places (or both at home, with one in the kitchen and one in the dining room). I feel so spoiled having two, and having two tables at which to use them!

Speaking of high chairs, yesterday was baby-food making day. I stuck carrots, peas, and peaches in the blender (separately!), and then poured the mush into ice cube trays. Xander so far is a big fan of mushed peaches. I guess anything is better than that avocado.

Classes are really wonderful. In Talmud today Dr. Cohen compared "Jacob the heretic" [a character in a tractate (passage) of text] to Roger the Shrubber. When I asked who that was, he was aghast that I didn't know the Monty Python reference. I told Jonathan and he was insulted, too, and told me that we now have to rewatch The Holy Grail. In my other class, we were assigned to write our "spiritual autobiography." I found it refreshing and deeply introspective, and I highly recommend it to anyone who's curious about how their sense of connection has changed or evolved over the years.

Hemingway the cat is here. And is panicked. He and Simcha and Osher are NOT friends. Yet. We'll see how it goes.