to grandmother's house we go

a few weeks ago i had rosh hashana dinner at my grandma's house.

i wrote:

"i walked around her house tonight taking photographs of the random things that remind me of my childhood: the precise thickness of the blue/green carpet in the living room; the beige patterned curtains in the basement; the ancient readers' digests collecting dust on an end table; a rusty old stationery bike; the ever-so-slightly cracked tiles."

i am attaching some of the photos. they are mostly trinkets from her basement, which is where i spent much of my time in-between teeth-cleanings with dr. grandpa and being a brat on holidays. we played a lot of pool. a lot. i was a shark at seven and now i can't even break. and yet. these pix are very special to me. i am happy to share them with you.