Carrots in Stiletto City

This is what happens when Ducknik serves the carrots.

It's 3:45pm Tuesday and the Plotniks are home. It was a very fulfilling couple of days with lots of good news to go around. Plot will detail all tomorrow. And it's a Game One day, which means a little worry but not too much.

Speaking of worry, in today's New York Times Jane Brody wrote this, about people who fret too much about the things they can't control: “It is almost as if we have to be afraid of something, as if we carry about in our heads a bucket of worry that we are compelled to fill with whatever’s available.”

Nope, don't recognize that syndrome at all, not one bit.

Here is the photo on Mummy Plotnik's new Facebook Page.



Yup, that's little Plottie and Big Schmeckl with her. Here's two High School graduation pictures -- Lindblom High School, South side of Chicago, 1931 -- Plottie's parents before they knew they were waiting for each other.




Isn't that amazing to think about? Two names a few pages from each other in a yearbook who didn't really know each other when these pictures were taken. 78 years later, Ducknik cuts beautiful slices of carrots from the Farmer's Market. It's all related. Our lives cross so unexpectedly. It's so random. You couldn't write this stuff.