We’re leaving momentarily for the ocularist… he will evaluate R2’s eye and give us the info on an ocular prosthetic, scleral shell, whateva… I’m very curious about the whole process.
And now I will speak of pickles. I wrote an email to VKG requesting that she bring a particular kind of pickles with her when she visits… (polski wyrobi, for the pickle enthusiast).
Evidently this raised the alarm among the hens… my fertility was bandied about. The answer is no. They just happen not to sell those pickles here… Sheesh.
I was raised on polski wyrobi, a spicy whole pickle, which my dad and I would loudly crunch with a big bowl of popcorn and a cold glass of milk. I don’t know why, and I didn’t ask questions, because it was GOOD.
In recent times, they have quit calling them that. Probably some Polski had it up to HERE, I don’t know. So I went on a google expedition and found they are now called Kosher Dills. Uh, yeah. Cause THAT’S the same.
Bought some kosher dill spears yesterday… close. Unfortunately, spears are soggy and slimy. My quest continues.
You are now free to carry on with your lives.