So, yes, I disappeared for[...counting...] four days there. (Friday’s whiskey river-based meditation brought to you through the miracle of WordPress’s scheduled-posts feature.) Long story short (so unlike me, I know), for now: I spent the time with The Brother, up in NJ. We were joined Saturday by The Sisters.
That’s the three of them in the photo above (click it to enlarge), channeling Gilbert & Sullivan; and, for reference, a somewhat earlier photo of all four of us in the photo at right.
(If you want to try your hand at morphing them from their 1950-something selves to now, note that the bottom row at the right is in the opposite order from the sequence in the top photo.)
And just to keep things fair — actually more than fair — I’ll include one photo of me (and The Younger of Two Sisters) below the fold.
Scary, wot?
(The real stars of the photo above are not the two of us, but what we are in the process of obliterating — from this place, the best bakery on earth. (It was when the earliest photo was taken, too.) I don’t know why I was trying to be so delicate about not dripping cream filling in my lap, since indelicacy practically seems the point.)
Edit to add: What we’re eating are chocolate-covered (or -iced) cream doughnuts. They were 48 hours old at the time of this photo but still capable of immobilizing us with their nostalgic ecstatic sucrosity. Although, true, we don’t look particularly immobilized at the moment.
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