On Sunday we were lucky enough to have Anne Jane back to lead us in, around, and through the maze of Homewood Cemetery, because nobody else seemed to be paying much attention to where we were going: this run for some unknown reason became a marathon of talking. Which intensified as we waited fruitlessly for Commonplace to open (where were you, fellows?) and then wandered back to our old stomping grounds at the Coffee Tree, where we miraculously found enough tables and chairs to host a stream-of-consciousness seminar on:
branding workshops where strangers call you "shifty"
matzo covers of long ago lost, and afikomen of long ago found (a bit dusty)
software (not softball) teams
Sheryl Sandberg - well sure, if you're Lady Grantham you can lean any way you want
imposter syndrome
how to fill your life
and endorsed:
E2's Sunday Sauce - let's go! Also - need to set up a Moth evening!
Netflix streaming on iPads, to watch:
Goodnight, We Love You (documentary on Phyllis Diller)
Her Masters Voice, (documentary by Nina Conti, astounding British ventriloquist)
Almond macaroons at Whole Foods (this is an addendum) - and a happy Pesach!
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