Saturday, October 10, 2015

Friday, October 9, 2015

Friday Morning

Mr. Rosenberg and I were in the car, just pulling away from the house. "Oh, no! Look at the little guy!" he said. In the street was a young squirrel, injured and unable to move very fast. I got out of the car, stopped traffic, picked him up, and put him on the grass. I sat talking to him while Mr. Rosenberg went to the backyard to grab a small cardboard box to put him in.

The vet referred us to the Humane Society where there is apparently a "squirrel rehab." We drove there with the squirrel box on my lap. He was breathing but it was hard to tell exactly what was going on with him.

We filled out squirrel paperwork at the Humane Society. I looked in the box one last time before they took him away. He had curled up in to a little ball. That didn't seem good. I was still hopeful. "We'll say a Kaddish for him just in case," said Mr. Rosenberg. 

Rest easy, little guy.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Wednesday, October 7, 2015


"Is your brother still sick, Felix?"

"Sort of but not as bad as night before last when he had a fever. When I touched him it felt like ---"

"Touching a hot oven that you're making pizza in?"


"Touching a kid who's been outside playing soccer on a really hot day?"


"Touching the top of your head after you stand under the heater?"

"No. He felt like if you had the heater on and you were making pizza in the oven and you were standing next to the oven on a really hot day."

"Oh, wow."

"I know."

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


"Mom? What was the best thing that ever happened to you? Besides me?"

"Meeting Dad. What about you?"

"The best thing was probably when I figured out that you guys are my parents."

Monday, October 5, 2015

In the Cards

"Mom! Mom! I got Pujoles and Puig!"

"Is that good?"

"Mom, come on! Seriously?! Are we even related?!"

Sunday, October 4, 2015