gnomi | Another Conversational Snapshot

On Wednesday erev Pesach,

mabfan and I went up to Maine to be with the family for the sedarim and Shabbat. And since my parents live between us and Maine, we stopped there ~~for lunch~~ so that we could convoy up to Maine. And while we were at my parents', my mother gave me a black brimmed hat that looks almost but not quite like this, saying she'd bought it in Israel for herself but it turned out to be a bit too big. But what with the volume of hair I put under my hat, she figured it might fit me. So I tried it on and asked

mabfan what he thought.

"You look like Perchik," he said.

We determined that this was not a bad thing, just an observation, and I accepted the gift of hat and wore it up to Maine.

I didn't wear the hat over Yom Tov or Shabbat, since it's more sporty than I wear for Shabbat and Y"T in general, but I put it on again on Sunday. And on Sunday mid-day, we were sitting with my father and

estherchaya and others when Abba and I have the following conversation:

Abba: You know, I like that hat on you.
Me:

mabfan says it makes me look like Perchik
Abba: What?
Me:

mabfan says it makes me look like a Russian radical.
Abba: Your hat makes you look like Mendelevium?

Omer, day 4