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My husband and I have been doing small day trips out of the city. We don't own a cooler to keep our lunches from giving us food poisoning. We debated buying a cooler. We looked at buying coolers but they are all huge. Where do you store such a thing that is used only occasionally, in an apartment???

We have a plastic-lined tote bag that was a giveaway from a cosmetics company.


 It was lined with blue and white vinyl. You can fill the bag with food and with ice packs and the food stays cool. This summer the vinyl shredded. I relined the bag in orange cloth blacked vinyl that has been in my stash since before my oldest went to college. 




As my eyesight gets worse I live in terror of breaking or losing my classes. I had gotten my last prescription filled at Costco and got a pair of glasses that I like a whole lot. Soon after I got them I bought a pair from one of those el-cheapo glasses places that are probably advertising on your Facebook feed.

I loved the glasses I had chosen, a dark teal pair. Unfortunately, a piece near the bridge broke off when the glasses were a few months old. I ordered a new pair from the same place. Unfortunately, I chose wrong and the replacement pair makes me look cross-eyed. My beautiful Costco glasses got smashed in an accident. Now they are crooked and make me look like I am drunk. 

I have been wearing the glasses that make me look cross-eyed. It isn't a look I love. 

I have repaired the lovely teal glasses a few times. Once with moldable glue (that moldable glue is not as good as advertised) a couple of times with hot glue (hot glue does not stand up to the sweat test). This week I had a brainstorm and repaired my classes with a bit of used dryer sheet impregnated with super glue.


It's not a gorgeous repair but the glasses are fairly stable. I will be alternating wearing the teal glasses and the cross-eyed ones until new ones arrive.



At some point during the Watergate hearings, The Boston Globe posted a photo of an eggplant that had a protuberance that made the eggplant look exactly like Richard Nixon. 

Today I bought this eggplant.


It looked more like Kilroy than like Nixon.











After I stopped amusing myself with the eggplant, I turned it into this.





It's less amusing but will be easier to eat.

Shabbat Shalom!

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