Suzanne and I are millimeters away from finishing with Tom’s apartment. To celebrate, Suzanne brought some treats, including these three lovely figs, which she gave to me. “Three figs” sounds a bit like William Carlos Williams or Lawrence Durrell, doesn’t it? Or maybe even Henry Miller. Actually, there were originally four figs – that doesn’t sound as nice, does it. I fixed the problem by eating one and it was delicious, so sweet, and so room temperature – the way fruits taste best – not cold.
Later in the evening, two of my choir friends, Angela and David came to play Skat. We had pretzels made by me (without the requisite lye, as I could not find any) and bul to drink. There is no picture because we gobbled them up and gulped it down before I thought to take one. Dave is displaying the remains of one of the best Skat hands I have ever gotten. Since we were still in training mode, the hand was not quite the thrill it might have been in cut-throat competition.
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