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| Ev in Israel 1974 |
Chicago is my home. Hollywood Florida is my home. Israel is my home. With God's Blessing I will there again tomorrow.
In 1974 I put a wish in the cracks of the Wailing Wall. I wished for a happy life. My wish has been fulfilled. Again I will pray for peace, for health for my loved ones, and for many more happy times in the future.
Amen. Shalom Yisrael!
Victoria's birthday is November 10th and I'll be on Blog Hiatus in Israel then so I'm writing this now.
When my best friend Sheryl told me that godson Scott was dating a Jewish girl named Victoria I must admit we DANCED! Yes, we really did! The Happy Dance. We didn't know her well but we already knew she was head and shoulders above the other girls Scott had dated. Of course we would never (openly) discourage Scott from following his heart but secretly (OK maybe not so secretly) we were routing for the two of them.
What a find! Victoria is beautiful, active, hard working, smart and grounded. Great Mom. Great RN. She earned her BSN and RN on scholarship while working full time and being a Mom. So proud of her recent accomplishment as a certified cardiac nurse! And I love her folks, Joel and Dorie Marks.
Scott, you picked a winner, the forever life partner you deserve. Still dancing ;-)
I'm talking about those tiny little treats we allow ourselves every day even though we could get an alternative cheaper. Many people put their daily Starbucks infusion in that category but not me. These are my own little bits of instant gratification that I am willing to pay extra for:
Prego spaghetti sauce (it's the best)
Tide detergent (worth the 3x price)
Snapple diet raspberry or peach tea
Ghirardelli chocolate chips (any variety)
Best Kosher hot dogs (feh on the others except Vienna)
Smart Balance spread
Batherapy Eucalyptus Salts
Ajax dish liquid (the best and incidentally the cheapest too)
Charmin bath tissue (Charmin Basic is fine, no need to overdo)
;-)
My new car came with a free three month subscription to Sirius radio. A great marketing strategy! The smart folks at Sirius know that like any improvement in one's life, even a small one, it would be hard to give it up once you have it.
When I turned on the car to drive to work today it was gone! Oy! An AM station was blaring out nonsense! I was pretty sure I had signed up for a six month extension at only $5.00 a month (then they'll hit me up for the big bucks) and the nice lady in Customer Service agreed and quickly sent me a "refresh" signal.
Being able to hear the news (or whatever) whenever I want is a small indulgence. More on this in tomorrow's blog!
That's what you call a teaser, just like what Sirius did to me ;-)
Marie Claire magazine has a regular feature called "What I Love About Me" where regular Janes extol their best physical feature (dimples, tattoos, freckles, etc.) It was probably designed to boost the sagging egos of women after they view all the airbrushed photos of supermodels.
It got me to thinking about my own body parts. I love them all but not one is even close to being "perfect" (maybe my ear lobes). I will spare the enumeration of my faults.
But my parts all work and I do sometimes smile at the mirror when I'm done primping or when my doctor gives me a thumbs up after a check-up.
Supermodels, eat your hearts out!
;-)
Another Confession - I do not make friends easily. This saddens me because the circle of people in my life is very small.
I do have Facebook friends and one of them has been filling up my wall lately with inspirational quotations. Most I can live without plus they are a pain to scroll through to get to the "real news" but this one kind of grabbed me.
Being a friend requires effort, especially if you are separated by distance or by other demands on your time. If fate is kind enough to send me a true friend, especially if it's a second chance friend, I will do everything I can to make sure they stay.
Tonight is my first lesson in Israeli Dancing! Too bad I will miss the next two classes.
Confession - I am a bonafide klutz. It took practice and determination for me to master the makarena and the electric slide so I could partake in the festivities at simchas.
From the kazatske to the dancers with bottles on their heads to women doing the sherala (scissors dance) to the crazy mishugana frenzy at frum weddings - I love it all!
Hava Negila! Let us rejoice and be happy!
Of course there is absolutely ZERO chance I would ever get a tattoo for a variety of reasons (pain is one).
Most of the tattoos I see are unattractive and/or a little dippy. Occasionally you see true works of art done in beautiful colors. I am still not impressed, I guess because I visualize the wearers becoming senior citizens and looking rather silly.
But of course I CAN pretend. If I was to get a tattoo what would it be? Intertwined S's to commemorate my favorite people? Definitely not, it would probably look like a swastika! Poo Poo Poo! And speaking of BFF Sheryl, when she died I actually thought about getting a tiny angel on my ankle. That should tell you how over-the-edge I was!
I guess I'll just stick to to my plain, unadorned, pasty white skin.
;-)
Double Dexter, newly published by local author Jeff Lindsay, is on hold and waiting for me at the Hollywood Library. I would pick it up today but recent cuts by the County mean the library is no longer open on Sundays.
I have always had a well-used library card. Growing up, I frequented the new Northtown library at California and Devon (built 1958). I could walk there but it was a shlep. An ambitious school project might require a trip on the Lincoln Avenue bus to the old Hild library in Germantown. With its dim lighting, narrow aisles and wooden shelves and tables, it looked like Professor Indiana Jones might have studied there. And a trip downtown to the old Main Library was like a pilgrimage to a holy shrine.
Futurists say the library as we remember it, filled with dusty books and stacks waiting to be re-shelved, may soon be a thing of the past.
But tomorrow, Double Dexter and I have a date at 10 am!
I've heard about several recent divorces and am wondering why some pairings of seemingly nice people go the distance while others fall apart.
Is there a secret ingredient that turns attraction and friendship into a lifelong commitment? And what is it that can morph white-hot passion into boredom or bitterness?
I assure you, I do not have a clue.
But I do know who to ask, one of the wisest men who ever lived, Dr. Theodor Seuss Geisel.
