That’s right, I’m blogging at you from the Phoenix coffee shop in beautiful Cleveland Heights, Ohio – my old stomping grounds. Tigger and Little Bit and I are visiting the grandparents. They’ve long since moved to another part of town, but today I’ve been revisiting the streets of my youth. I’m struck by how old this neighborhood looks, both the people and the houses. Everywhere I look I see old Jewish ladies, and they all look familiar. I swear the same old Jewish ladies were running around Cleveland Heights 25 years ago. The houses are big and brick and solid in a way that more recently built houses never are.
I had a delicious vegan lunch with my old friend mkr_ohio, at Tommy’s on Coventry, home of the world’s best milkshakes, but we didn’t have any milkshakes because we’re too old for that now. And I stopped into all the old hippie/head shops, all of which carry the same merchandise they sold 25 years ago, and reek of the same incense. I almost bought a little bottle of patchouli, just because.
We’re headed back to Seattle tomorrow, so I’ll be home when you hear from me next. Sad news: one of our cats, Clover, passed to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. She’d been ill and declining for a long time, so it is for the best, but we will miss her. I’ve searched my files and cannot find a digital picture of her, but in her prime she was beautiful. I hope the Rainbow Bridge story is true and she’s playing with her brothers now. RIP, Clover.