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Sep. 10th, 2002 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasSo, we're back from Florida. Lis will have a bunch of details on her journal at some point -- after she gets her computer fixed. Again. Her computer died in precisely the same way that it did last time it broke. Oy.
And Lis's father's feral cats didn't warm to Lis, so she's feeling rejected by cats. Which sucks. Two feral cats count Lis's parents' house as part of their territory, and Dave can play with them. One formerly feral cat lives inside the house, and is intensely skittish. It didn't do good things for Lis's psyche to have a cat running from her all day long.
Other than that, Lis is going to write about all the Rosh Hashanah meals from her mother and grandmother, so I'm just going to say that everything was more delicious than everything else and leave it at that. Oh, and tounge may taste good, but it's still gross, so there. Yes, I did try some, and I ate all I took, and I liked it, but I didn't take any leftovers the rest of the weekend.
We got to see the photos of Lis's brother going through SWAT training and submachine gun training, which was fun. Four people from his squad went through SWAT training with him; one hurt his neck and had to drop out, one shot himself in the leg while holstering his gun (not that difficult to do when you're wearing NOMEX gloves, actually), one decided SWAT wasn't for him and dropped out. Josh was the only one to finish.
My sister joined us for Rosh Hashanah; she lives in Orlando, and Lis's parents live in Clearwater, so Leila shared a hotel room with us for a couple days, which was good; I don't see my sister often enough. The shul just hired a new rabbi, who reminded Lis, Leila and me of Ben Stiller's character in Keeping the Faith.. Also, Lis's aunt, uncle, and two cousins were in from Milwaukee, so there was a lot of family there.
By generation: Lis's grandparents, Sally and Manny. Lis's parents, Dave and Abby. Dave's sister and her husband, Susie and Steve. Dave's brother, Eli. Susie and Steve's kids, Zack and Barry. Lis and me. My sister Leila. Lis's brother and his wife, Josh and Missy. Fourteen. That doesn't seem like a lot of people to me, since I've got something like a dozen aunts and uncles and something like a dozen cousins, most of whom live within ten miles of here. But for them, it's really something, since that's basically all the Ribas.
We got to see some of the stuff that Lis's parents are doing for their third business. Lis's father Dave does SAS consulting as JADE Tech, Inc., Lis's mother Abby does custom bridal gowns and bridesmade dresses as Abby Designs, and they've just started selling crafting supplies as I-Kandi. They're starting to try to get their name out for that third one. Abby is going to start marketing the stuff they do to bridal veil folks, and they're talking about marketing to ice skaters, doll makers, scrapbookers, and so forth. They've got some neat stuff. If anyone has ideas for other places to market these things, and, better yet, has contacts to get the word out about these things, I'd love to hear about it. What they're selling are little shiny jewel things that glue onto fabric or paper or whatever and you make designs. People wear shirts with these things on 'em clubbing a lot. The idea behind this is that you can just buy a $5 t-shirt, $5 worth of crystals, make up your own design or use one of the iron-on designs, and have a $40 shirt for $10 and some elbow grease. Fun stuff.
I think I'm something of a trip for the security screeners at the airport. My carryon bag had to be hand-checked both going to and coming from Tampa. There was nothing in there that I don't usually have in there. Fortunately, today, the screener who checked my bag seemed to have a sense of humor about the whole thing, and actually recognized some of the more obscure junk I carry. "Hey, cool! You've got a bosun's whistle! Polyhedral dice! Do you play D&D?" He looked through my big stack of credit cards, courtesy cards, library cards, etc, and explained that he had to check those, because there was a company that made a knife and scissors that looked like a credit card. I told him I knew that, but mine were in my checked luggage, with my steel knitting needles and the two knives I usually carry. On the way down, we had to mail my corkscrew back home. I'd purely forgotten about it. I have to admit, it would make a decent weapon.
I wonder if they warn security screeners about people like me. . .
And Lis's father's feral cats didn't warm to Lis, so she's feeling rejected by cats. Which sucks. Two feral cats count Lis's parents' house as part of their territory, and Dave can play with them. One formerly feral cat lives inside the house, and is intensely skittish. It didn't do good things for Lis's psyche to have a cat running from her all day long.
Other than that, Lis is going to write about all the Rosh Hashanah meals from her mother and grandmother, so I'm just going to say that everything was more delicious than everything else and leave it at that. Oh, and tounge may taste good, but it's still gross, so there. Yes, I did try some, and I ate all I took, and I liked it, but I didn't take any leftovers the rest of the weekend.
We got to see the photos of Lis's brother going through SWAT training and submachine gun training, which was fun. Four people from his squad went through SWAT training with him; one hurt his neck and had to drop out, one shot himself in the leg while holstering his gun (not that difficult to do when you're wearing NOMEX gloves, actually), one decided SWAT wasn't for him and dropped out. Josh was the only one to finish.
My sister joined us for Rosh Hashanah; she lives in Orlando, and Lis's parents live in Clearwater, so Leila shared a hotel room with us for a couple days, which was good; I don't see my sister often enough. The shul just hired a new rabbi, who reminded Lis, Leila and me of Ben Stiller's character in Keeping the Faith.. Also, Lis's aunt, uncle, and two cousins were in from Milwaukee, so there was a lot of family there.
By generation: Lis's grandparents, Sally and Manny. Lis's parents, Dave and Abby. Dave's sister and her husband, Susie and Steve. Dave's brother, Eli. Susie and Steve's kids, Zack and Barry. Lis and me. My sister Leila. Lis's brother and his wife, Josh and Missy. Fourteen. That doesn't seem like a lot of people to me, since I've got something like a dozen aunts and uncles and something like a dozen cousins, most of whom live within ten miles of here. But for them, it's really something, since that's basically all the Ribas.
We got to see some of the stuff that Lis's parents are doing for their third business. Lis's father Dave does SAS consulting as JADE Tech, Inc., Lis's mother Abby does custom bridal gowns and bridesmade dresses as Abby Designs, and they've just started selling crafting supplies as I-Kandi. They're starting to try to get their name out for that third one. Abby is going to start marketing the stuff they do to bridal veil folks, and they're talking about marketing to ice skaters, doll makers, scrapbookers, and so forth. They've got some neat stuff. If anyone has ideas for other places to market these things, and, better yet, has contacts to get the word out about these things, I'd love to hear about it. What they're selling are little shiny jewel things that glue onto fabric or paper or whatever and you make designs. People wear shirts with these things on 'em clubbing a lot. The idea behind this is that you can just buy a $5 t-shirt, $5 worth of crystals, make up your own design or use one of the iron-on designs, and have a $40 shirt for $10 and some elbow grease. Fun stuff.
I think I'm something of a trip for the security screeners at the airport. My carryon bag had to be hand-checked both going to and coming from Tampa. There was nothing in there that I don't usually have in there. Fortunately, today, the screener who checked my bag seemed to have a sense of humor about the whole thing, and actually recognized some of the more obscure junk I carry. "Hey, cool! You've got a bosun's whistle! Polyhedral dice! Do you play D&D?" He looked through my big stack of credit cards, courtesy cards, library cards, etc, and explained that he had to check those, because there was a company that made a knife and scissors that looked like a credit card. I told him I knew that, but mine were in my checked luggage, with my steel knitting needles and the two knives I usually carry. On the way down, we had to mail my corkscrew back home. I'd purely forgotten about it. I have to admit, it would make a decent weapon.
I wonder if they warn security screeners about people like me. . .
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Date: 2002-09-10 05:33 pm (UTC)