. . . in this town, is an adventure and a half. Twice this summer I managed to find the right (“Soviet”) type of cucumbers and hauled several pounds of them home. But then I couldn’t find any dill flowers, and I can’t pickle without them.
Yesterday, I finally bought two huge bunches of dill flowers. But guess what? There are no Soviet cucumbers anywhere.
So I put Klara in her pram and set on a cucumber-seeking adventure. I did an insane amount of work in the past 2 weeks, and now I don’t have to be anywhere and do anything until next Wednesday. The heat has subsided and I’m looking forward to long, happy walks with my little pupiki.
We have a painful anniversary coming up next week and I want to arm myself against it with good experiences.

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