Civil rights, being civil...
Not too easy nowadays in Israel. Just yesterday, someone told me tha she missed the warm relationships between the Jews in the Jewish community she came from. She complained that Israel doesn't have it. I did my best to defend the Jews here, but then I read how the kibbutz parents are rejecting their kids' requests to visit Gush Katif. The bottom line is that they don't want their kids to feel like one people with "the settlers." The flipside, or lopside, of the parents in chutz l'aretz (abroad) who pay thousands of dollars per year per kid for Jewish education, but don't demand that the kids become fluent in Hebrew, so they shouldn't feel too comfortable....
And this is like a good news bad news joke. Consider how the government is trying to make it more and more difficult for people to go to Gush Katif, so think of it. There are five people who won't be allowed to leave! The story behind this is that they're being held in "house arrest." and their houses are..... But seriously, civil rights for Jews is rare, exclusive and subjective.
And even when the Supreme Court, not usually sympathetic, says it's legal to protest the police have other ideas.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
stop the slick politicians
A rather pathetic story on Arutz 7 about the slick president Katzav we have in contrast to wonderful youth and his sensitive wife. I don't worship democracy. Hitler gained power by democratic means, and...
better start a new paragraph....
or better get some sleep, dangerous to fill in the blanks.
Let's suffice with the fact that the youth aren't falling for the lies. We have great young people, those born and raised post 1967. And G-d willing they'll do a better job than we have.
better start a new paragraph....
or better get some sleep, dangerous to fill in the blanks.
Let's suffice with the fact that the youth aren't falling for the lies. We have great young people, those born and raised post 1967. And G-d willing they'll do a better job than we have.
ENGAGE - For a Secure Israel (EFSI)
Announcing:
A new blog to strengthen and secure the State of Israel, to be a resource for the pro-Israel, anti-disengagement
ENGAGE -
For a Secure Israel (EFSI) .
Take a gander and let others know. Link it if you can. Join it, too, details on the blog. Any suggestions, comment, don't be shy. We have a country to save!
A new blog to strengthen and secure the State of Israel, to be a resource for the pro-Israel, anti-disengagement
ENGAGE -
For a Secure Israel (EFSI) .
Take a gander and let others know. Link it if you can. Join it, too, details on the blog. Any suggestions, comment, don't be shy. We have a country to save!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
next Hevel Hevelim
Critical Mastiff will be hosting the next Hevel Hevelim . I'm sure that it will be worth the visit.
back to work and a little Kohelet, Ecclesiastes
Back to work, after almost a week off. OK, I only teach three days a week and had Taanit Ester off, then Shushan Purim, and now---
back to the battlefield, trying to get a bunch of teenage boys to enthuse over prepositions.
This morning, since Nissan wasn't feeling well, instead of our usual learning, I went over my last week's notes with a friend, who had missed the lesson.
In Kohelet, Ecclesiastes, towards the end of chapter 7, King Shlomo reminds us, not to be too rightous, or too "smart," or too evil, or too nice. We shouldn't try to please everyone for the sake of being liked, and we shouldn't think we're more moral than G-d. And we shouldn't think "li ze lo yikreh," it won't happen to me. I'm smarter than everyone. I won't get hurt, addicted--add your own verb. King Shlomo admits that he failed, fell victim to his own overconfidence.
And I'll leave you with that for the moment.
back to the battlefield, trying to get a bunch of teenage boys to enthuse over prepositions.
This morning, since Nissan wasn't feeling well, instead of our usual learning, I went over my last week's notes with a friend, who had missed the lesson.
In Kohelet, Ecclesiastes, towards the end of chapter 7, King Shlomo reminds us, not to be too rightous, or too "smart," or too evil, or too nice. We shouldn't try to please everyone for the sake of being liked, and we shouldn't think we're more moral than G-d. And we shouldn't think "li ze lo yikreh," it won't happen to me. I'm smarter than everyone. I won't get hurt, addicted--add your own verb. King Shlomo admits that he failed, fell victim to his own overconfidence.
And I'll leave you with that for the moment.
Monday, March 28, 2005
template temperment
My template seems taken with Baile Rochel, giving her added exposure. I have no idea why that sidebar list looks so different from the others. I thought that I had copied the HTML exactly; I did, just copied/pasted.
Also, more complaints have been coming in about strange, uncontrollable color schemes, especially in the lower third of the page. Sorry, but I'm just a computer klutz, bungling around.
Also, ever since blogpatrol had a facelift, I can't get my statistics from them. They just show the number on the logo that you can see, but when I go into the site, properly signing in, the boxes are empty, like unblown baloons. There were things I liked on blogpatrol better than the other counter I use, so I'm going to give them another day. I've written a few times to their "contact," but no replies. Any other bloggers out there with the same?
Baile Rochel seems to be popular. Does anyone have any connections with Jewish papers for syndication? Is it immoral to exploit her? I don't think so; my father's grandmothers would be proud!
Another day.....
Also, more complaints have been coming in about strange, uncontrollable color schemes, especially in the lower third of the page. Sorry, but I'm just a computer klutz, bungling around.
Also, ever since blogpatrol had a facelift, I can't get my statistics from them. They just show the number on the logo that you can see, but when I go into the site, properly signing in, the boxes are empty, like unblown baloons. There were things I liked on blogpatrol better than the other counter I use, so I'm going to give them another day. I've written a few times to their "contact," but no replies. Any other bloggers out there with the same?
Baile Rochel seems to be popular. Does anyone have any connections with Jewish papers for syndication? Is it immoral to exploit her? I don't think so; my father's grandmothers would be proud!
Another day.....
Sunday, March 27, 2005
#2 Got That Rhythm!
Baile Rochel’s Back! #2
The 16th of Adar Bet
March 27, 2005
Got That Rhythm!
Yes, Some call me a prophet, ahead of her times. Last night I was proven right, again.
Fifteen years ago I had this brainstorm, stroke of genius, but nobody listened. You must understand that in Shiloh we have two days of Purim, requiring lots of food patchkying and eating, which somehow always ends up the responsibility of the “wife.” And even worse, the parties seem rather male chauvinistic at best. Watching a bunch of drunken men “dancing” with each other is not my idea of a good time. Actually being a spectator of almost anything is not for me. That’s the truth!
So after wracking my brain to find a way to have more fun than kneading dough by hand for an all night baking orgy, I finally thought of something… the perfect way for a Shilohdiana to enjoy Purim. Instead of another night slaving in the kitchen, or listening to hung-over hubbies kvetch or snore, that second night is the night for us to PARTY!
Well, that was my idea; only the parties didn’t happen so fast. For over ten years my fellow Shilohdianas found other things to do on that second Purim Night, but as more and more found their nests emptying and figured if the little chickadees could fly, why should imma be grounded? The stage was set for a revolution, and the “Second Night of Purim Party for Females” finally took off.
A couple of years ago I finally went to a party on the rainiest Purim night imaginable. I’ll never forget it, because my cell phone drowned, soaked in the pocket of my plastic raincoat. But those unpleasant memories didn’t stop me last night at the “I should be getting ready for bed” hour of ten. I called to my husband: “I’ll be home by eleven, no matter what.” Then I gingerly dragged myself out the door, down the street and around the corner to the “moadon,” social-hall shelter. As I expected, even though it was already ten minutes after the official “starting time” the decorations not only weren’t up, but they weren’t quite planned. And I found myself hiking up my skirt to climb onto chairs, trying to drape fabric into the ceiling panels. But I had said that I’d stay until eleven, and I did my best to enjoy the experience. It’s Purim, be happy.
Also, I had to impress my former students, of the sporty female variety, with my eternal fitness, so I smiled broadly and had the music turned up, so nobody could hear my grunts. Nothing like teamwork, and the room was ready for fun. We started to dance, but really, the music was a drag, and without the right music, I’m just a middle-aged lump. A young “barrel of laughs” called out “How about 60’s music?” and I was out the door dashing home, like FloJo in her prime, for a couple of “Best of…” cd’s.
Only two of us knew all the words, “Runaway” to “Surf City,” then “Let’s Twist Again” though we may suffer tomorrow. But the true show stopper was our dramatic rendition of “Leader of the Pack.” We raced our motorcycles, then mortally wounded, simultaneously mourning the loss of our true love, by miming both roles and singing at the top of our lungs, of course. The music of our youth made us feel like fifteen again.
After playing some perfectly Purim games, we finally warmed up for the highlight of the evening—a class in belly dancing. And if you’re wondering, eleven was long gone, and we were on the wrong side of midnight. As our graceful instructor put us through the warm-ups, the crowd lightened, and by the time we were thrusting chests and buttocks, only mothers were left in the room. The sweet naïve, singles had disappeared.
I had better finish this quickly, before sore muscles set in. Or maybe, “Let’s Dance!”
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The 16th of Adar Bet
March 27, 2005
Got That Rhythm!
Yes, Some call me a prophet, ahead of her times. Last night I was proven right, again.
Fifteen years ago I had this brainstorm, stroke of genius, but nobody listened. You must understand that in Shiloh we have two days of Purim, requiring lots of food patchkying and eating, which somehow always ends up the responsibility of the “wife.” And even worse, the parties seem rather male chauvinistic at best. Watching a bunch of drunken men “dancing” with each other is not my idea of a good time. Actually being a spectator of almost anything is not for me. That’s the truth!
So after wracking my brain to find a way to have more fun than kneading dough by hand for an all night baking orgy, I finally thought of something… the perfect way for a Shilohdiana to enjoy Purim. Instead of another night slaving in the kitchen, or listening to hung-over hubbies kvetch or snore, that second night is the night for us to PARTY!
Well, that was my idea; only the parties didn’t happen so fast. For over ten years my fellow Shilohdianas found other things to do on that second Purim Night, but as more and more found their nests emptying and figured if the little chickadees could fly, why should imma be grounded? The stage was set for a revolution, and the “Second Night of Purim Party for Females” finally took off.
A couple of years ago I finally went to a party on the rainiest Purim night imaginable. I’ll never forget it, because my cell phone drowned, soaked in the pocket of my plastic raincoat. But those unpleasant memories didn’t stop me last night at the “I should be getting ready for bed” hour of ten. I called to my husband: “I’ll be home by eleven, no matter what.” Then I gingerly dragged myself out the door, down the street and around the corner to the “moadon,” social-hall shelter. As I expected, even though it was already ten minutes after the official “starting time” the decorations not only weren’t up, but they weren’t quite planned. And I found myself hiking up my skirt to climb onto chairs, trying to drape fabric into the ceiling panels. But I had said that I’d stay until eleven, and I did my best to enjoy the experience. It’s Purim, be happy.
Also, I had to impress my former students, of the sporty female variety, with my eternal fitness, so I smiled broadly and had the music turned up, so nobody could hear my grunts. Nothing like teamwork, and the room was ready for fun. We started to dance, but really, the music was a drag, and without the right music, I’m just a middle-aged lump. A young “barrel of laughs” called out “How about 60’s music?” and I was out the door dashing home, like FloJo in her prime, for a couple of “Best of…” cd’s.
Only two of us knew all the words, “Runaway” to “Surf City,” then “Let’s Twist Again” though we may suffer tomorrow. But the true show stopper was our dramatic rendition of “Leader of the Pack.” We raced our motorcycles, then mortally wounded, simultaneously mourning the loss of our true love, by miming both roles and singing at the top of our lungs, of course. The music of our youth made us feel like fifteen again.
After playing some perfectly Purim games, we finally warmed up for the highlight of the evening—a class in belly dancing. And if you’re wondering, eleven was long gone, and we were on the wrong side of midnight. As our graceful instructor put us through the warm-ups, the crowd lightened, and by the time we were thrusting chests and buttocks, only mothers were left in the room. The sweet naïve, singles had disappeared.
I had better finish this quickly, before sore muscles set in. Or maybe, “Let’s Dance!”
Baile RochelCopyright©2005BatyaMedad, Contact me for publication permission; private distribution encouraged.
What Jewish text is most like a blog? Who was history's greatest blogger?
According to Soccer Dad there's a contraversery over this issue. I thought that it was clear. My comment follows:
I don't claim fame as a great blogger mavin, but if I'm not mistaken there are a few types of blogs. There's the "single-poster" and the "team-poster," and there's also the type that allows comments, and there's the type that doesn't. So if we're looking at our holy books to see what's a blog and what isn't....David and his overly gifted son Shlomo each wrote personal diary type blogs that didn't allow comments. Considering the pressures they were under, SPAM and viruses were the least of their problems. Their blogs were very personal. David stuck with one, but Shlomo was more adept at these things and had a few.But the Talmud was very different. It was one of those group efforts, with lots of posters and comments/commentators.
You've inspired me to resume posting my notes from the T'hilim Kohelet classes. If you'd only attend them with me, you'd have no doubt. King David's blog is #1 in the personal diary category! And Shlomo's history's greatest individual blogger!!
How about voting--
I don't claim fame as a great blogger mavin, but if I'm not mistaken there are a few types of blogs. There's the "single-poster" and the "team-poster," and there's also the type that allows comments, and there's the type that doesn't. So if we're looking at our holy books to see what's a blog and what isn't....David and his overly gifted son Shlomo each wrote personal diary type blogs that didn't allow comments. Considering the pressures they were under, SPAM and viruses were the least of their problems. Their blogs were very personal. David stuck with one, but Shlomo was more adept at these things and had a few.But the Talmud was very different. It was one of those group efforts, with lots of posters and comments/commentators.
You've inspired me to resume posting my notes from the T'hilim Kohelet classes. If you'd only attend them with me, you'd have no doubt. King David's blog is #1 in the personal diary category! And Shlomo's history's greatest individual blogger!!
How about voting--
Blogging for a Secure Israel
Israpundit is initiating a blog ring for those against withdrawal, disengagement, destruction from/of Eretz Yisrael or however you want to label it.
Read this if you blog, email or in any which way may be able to participate.
Read this if you blog, email or in any which way may be able to participate.
the trick to success
The trick to success as an artist is, like in many things, "backwards planning." Take a good look at your goal and work back from there. For instance, if you want your work in a museum , try this.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Purim, almost over
This has been a very long Purim, but easier than most years. We started Thursday with the pre-Purim fast, Ta'anit Ester, that commemorates the 3 day fast from the Megilat Ester. then we heard the Megilla for the first reading. I went down to nieghbors and heard it in their house, musch more pleasant than in the shul.
On Thursday I cooked for Friday's feast and food for Shabbat for me and for my daughter to take "catering" home to Ofra.
Then Friday morning I walked down again to hear the Megilla and finished cooking. and then the kids all came, and we had a good time, and then almost everyone left. Just my baby and his gf stayed for Shabbat. and tomorrow Purim resumes with just more feasting and mishloach manot.
Chag Purim Sameach
On Thursday I cooked for Friday's feast and food for Shabbat for me and for my daughter to take "catering" home to Ofra.
Then Friday morning I walked down again to hear the Megilla and finished cooking. and then the kids all came, and we had a good time, and then almost everyone left. Just my baby and his gf stayed for Shabbat. and tomorrow Purim resumes with just more feasting and mishloach manot.
Chag Purim Sameach
Friday, March 25, 2005
Baile Rochel's Back!
Baile Rochel’s Back! #1
Purim, just in time!
Yes I’m Back!
I just have to be careful how I pound that keyboard right now. My nail polish is still wet. “Nail polish,” some of you may be muttering. The Baile Rochel we all knew and loved didn’t polish anything, certainly not nails!
Don’t worry, I haven’t changed that much. My nails give my students something to look at, instead of the windows, blackboard, of course their books. Another innovation to keep my students’ attention on the “new me,” is a third earring, absolutely the perfect solution for “aguna” earrings, deserted by their fickle partners.
Some of you may be confused. The old Baile Rochel didn’t have sedentary students. I was a gym teacher. The “new Baile Rochel,” with additional padding, is an English teacher, for high school boys, no less. I’ve exchanged little girls who wouldn’t wear sneakers for big boys who won’t do homework and pantomime for calisthenics.
I still don’t do the windows. Of course, I have a very good excuse. They’re poorly designed, and it’s almost impossible to reach them, and the others are barricaded behind furniture. Like for example, do you really think that I can move the computer? That would require unplugging everything, and even more impossible, replugging the whole thing again. Do you honestly think that I know what goes where? My fingers go on the keyboard and I can turn it on and off. Isn’t that enough.
Well, it has been a long time, and some of you may not have even known me way back when. Then my youngest was a toddler, and now he’s finishing army service. The biggest change is that I’m a grandmother to a toddler. She doesn’t call me “grandma;” that’s still reserved for my mother, ad me’ah v’esrim, she should live to a hundred and twenty, just forty years and a couple of months to go. She deserves some extra credit, so you can add on a few more.
My granddaughter doesn’t call me “bubby,” either. She calls me “Savta,” but she also calls her other grandmother “Savta,” which I find very confusing. But I remember what my friend told me when my daughter got engaged. She told me that she was going to teach me a trick. I had to close my mouth and my lips, real tight, lock them all shut, and I’d be a very good shvigger.
Some things haven’t changed much. Some things haven’t changed all that much. Way back when, almost twenty years ago, I described how we moved into this house, book by book. And I made it very clear, that the pictures are up, so we’re not going! And since then even more pictures are up, and only less than two years ago I finally had Venetian blinds put on the living room windows, believe you me, I’m not moving.
Of course, according to the news, things look a bissel different, but you know the saying: “Everything’s true except for the things you know about personally.” Actually, we’re seriously thinking of expanding the house, so there’ll be room for everyone to visit. Ok, we’re imprisoned in an insane asylum, and we’re the only sane ones.
It’s all going to work out. I’ve been studying T’hilim (Psalms) and Kohelet (Ecclesiastes), and King David was also persecuted. He kept this “blog” diary, in which he wrote his thoughts, fears and prayers. Afterwards, a hundred and fifty of them were found and collected, and today that’s what we call T’hilim. In chapter 7, 16 King David wrote that the evil one will fall into his own trap, and in the end of Chapter 34, he reassures us that if we go with G-d, G-d will save us and punish the wicked.
Yes, King David wrote an ancient blog, and so did his son, Shlomo. Shlomo was actually quite a blogger, Kohelet, Mishlei and Shir Hashirim. I guess that he had the state of the art laptop of his day. I wonder how many hits a week he got; a lot more than my blogs get for sure.
Baile Rochel
Purim, just in time!
Yes I’m Back!
I just have to be careful how I pound that keyboard right now. My nail polish is still wet. “Nail polish,” some of you may be muttering. The Baile Rochel we all knew and loved didn’t polish anything, certainly not nails!
Don’t worry, I haven’t changed that much. My nails give my students something to look at, instead of the windows, blackboard, of course their books. Another innovation to keep my students’ attention on the “new me,” is a third earring, absolutely the perfect solution for “aguna” earrings, deserted by their fickle partners.
Some of you may be confused. The old Baile Rochel didn’t have sedentary students. I was a gym teacher. The “new Baile Rochel,” with additional padding, is an English teacher, for high school boys, no less. I’ve exchanged little girls who wouldn’t wear sneakers for big boys who won’t do homework and pantomime for calisthenics.
I still don’t do the windows. Of course, I have a very good excuse. They’re poorly designed, and it’s almost impossible to reach them, and the others are barricaded behind furniture. Like for example, do you really think that I can move the computer? That would require unplugging everything, and even more impossible, replugging the whole thing again. Do you honestly think that I know what goes where? My fingers go on the keyboard and I can turn it on and off. Isn’t that enough.
Well, it has been a long time, and some of you may not have even known me way back when. Then my youngest was a toddler, and now he’s finishing army service. The biggest change is that I’m a grandmother to a toddler. She doesn’t call me “grandma;” that’s still reserved for my mother, ad me’ah v’esrim, she should live to a hundred and twenty, just forty years and a couple of months to go. She deserves some extra credit, so you can add on a few more.
My granddaughter doesn’t call me “bubby,” either. She calls me “Savta,” but she also calls her other grandmother “Savta,” which I find very confusing. But I remember what my friend told me when my daughter got engaged. She told me that she was going to teach me a trick. I had to close my mouth and my lips, real tight, lock them all shut, and I’d be a very good shvigger.
Some things haven’t changed much. Some things haven’t changed all that much. Way back when, almost twenty years ago, I described how we moved into this house, book by book. And I made it very clear, that the pictures are up, so we’re not going! And since then even more pictures are up, and only less than two years ago I finally had Venetian blinds put on the living room windows, believe you me, I’m not moving.
Of course, according to the news, things look a bissel different, but you know the saying: “Everything’s true except for the things you know about personally.” Actually, we’re seriously thinking of expanding the house, so there’ll be room for everyone to visit. Ok, we’re imprisoned in an insane asylum, and we’re the only sane ones.
It’s all going to work out. I’ve been studying T’hilim (Psalms) and Kohelet (Ecclesiastes), and King David was also persecuted. He kept this “blog” diary, in which he wrote his thoughts, fears and prayers. Afterwards, a hundred and fifty of them were found and collected, and today that’s what we call T’hilim. In chapter 7, 16 King David wrote that the evil one will fall into his own trap, and in the end of Chapter 34, he reassures us that if we go with G-d, G-d will save us and punish the wicked.
Yes, King David wrote an ancient blog, and so did his son, Shlomo. Shlomo was actually quite a blogger, Kohelet, Mishlei and Shir Hashirim. I guess that he had the state of the art laptop of his day. I wonder how many hits a week he got; a lot more than my blogs get for sure.
Baile Rochel
Thursday, March 24, 2005
T'hilim in Shiloh
Today, Ta'anit Ester, the Fast of Ester, a T'hilim campaign was established. Women all over the world were asked to gather together at 10:30 their time, to say t'hilim for Gush Katif and Eretz Yisrael. We, in Shiloh, participated.
There was a very moving T'hilim "saying" in Shiloh this morning at 10:30am. We were a group of grandmothers, mothers, toddlers and infants in the Beit Medrash L'Noar established in memory of Avi Siton, HaY"D and Shmuel Yerushalmi, HaY"D. First we shared two sets of T'hilim booklets and read them. Then in the "after bracha" we added names for "refuah shleimah" including a little girl who was very seriously injured in a car accident here on the yishuv this week, Sima bat Rita Golda Raizel. Following that, the special "Gush Katif Prayers" were said. Afterwards we had a discussion led by Piki Apter.
In many ways this year feels more like Yom HaKippurim than Taanit Esther.
There was a very moving T'hilim "saying" in Shiloh this morning at 10:30am. We were a group of grandmothers, mothers, toddlers and infants in the Beit Medrash L'Noar established in memory of Avi Siton, HaY"D and Shmuel Yerushalmi, HaY"D. First we shared two sets of T'hilim booklets and read them. Then in the "after bracha" we added names for "refuah shleimah" including a little girl who was very seriously injured in a car accident here on the yishuv this week, Sima bat Rita Golda Raizel. Following that, the special "Gush Katif Prayers" were said. Afterwards we had a discussion led by Piki Apter.
In many ways this year feels more like Yom HaKippurim than Taanit Esther.
new link
Well, you should be able to guess from the color. I'm adding a link to my sidebar to the Gush Katif site via a blog from there.
former neighbor
We used to live in the Jerusalem neighborhood of Bayit V'Gan. In those days it was a mix of Bnai Akiva-type religious, chareidi and non-religious. There was, still is, a large neighborhood park extending from Rechov Bayit V'Gan, where we lived, to Rechov Uziel, which was much less develped. The park had a nice central sandbox and places to sit. It was the hang-out for young mothers and baby-sitters/"nannies." I was then what's known today as a SAHM, and there were days I'd bring the girls to the park twice. That was the center of our social lives, and I made many friends.
Decades later, we're older and have moved away. We've been in Shiloh since 1981. Another is in Gush Katif , and we now meet on the Opinion Column of Arutz 7, Yesha Speaks Out and other forums. When Rachel Saperstein and I used to watch our kids playing in the sandbox, who could have predicted the predicament we're in today.
Decades later, we're older and have moved away. We've been in Shiloh since 1981. Another is in Gush Katif , and we now meet on the Opinion Column of Arutz 7, Yesha Speaks Out and other forums. When Rachel Saperstein and I used to watch our kids playing in the sandbox, who could have predicted the predicament we're in today.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
from Pirkei Avot, Ethics of the Fathers
"One who pursues greatness, greatness will flee from him; one who flees from
greatness, greatness will pursue him" (Talmud Eiruvin 13b).
I read the quotation in the Pirkei Avot emails I get, details below.
It made me think. Substitute "peace" for 'greatness."
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greatness, greatness will pursue him" (Talmud Eiruvin 13b).
I read the quotation in the Pirkei Avot emails I get, details below.
It made me think. Substitute "peace" for 'greatness."
Permission is granted to redistribute, but please
give proper attribution
and copyright to the author and Torah.org. Both
the author and Torah.org
reserve certain rights. Email
copyrights@torah.org for full information.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Torah.org: The Judaism Site
http://www.torah.org/
Project Genesis, Inc.
learn@torah.org
122 Slade Avenue, Suite 250
(410) 602-1350
Baltimore, MD 21208
FAX: (410) 510-1053
T'HILIM--REFUAH SHLEIMAH!
SIMA BAT RITA GOLDA RAIZEL
please ask everyone to add her to their prayers, so she will have a refuah shleimah,
Tizku b'mitzvot
please ask everyone to add her to their prayers, so she will have a refuah shleimah,
Tizku b'mitzvot
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
busy, as usual
Can't decide whether or not to do a wash; must decide quickly. These machines sure take their time.
Last night a big staff meeting, sort of brain-storming. I didn't want pressure, so I decided to "tremp." That's after helping my daughter with Hallelie and Poratie. I decided that I would get there just fine. But I found myself waiting in Ofra for about half an hour, until I got a ride to Givat Asaf. There I also waited. I was sure that I'd get out of Ofra easily, even straight to Beit El with staff who lives in Ofra. It got so late, that I almost called the bosses to say that maybe it's not worth my coming. But I didn't. I'm pretty nuts about the importance of being on time. Finally a ride to Beit El from Givat Asaf, but to the other neighborhood, so another 5 minute walk, and I went in 45 minutes lates, certain that the meeting must be almost over. It hadn't even begun.
Last night a big staff meeting, sort of brain-storming. I didn't want pressure, so I decided to "tremp." That's after helping my daughter with Hallelie and Poratie. I decided that I would get there just fine. But I found myself waiting in Ofra for about half an hour, until I got a ride to Givat Asaf. There I also waited. I was sure that I'd get out of Ofra easily, even straight to Beit El with staff who lives in Ofra. It got so late, that I almost called the bosses to say that maybe it's not worth my coming. But I didn't. I'm pretty nuts about the importance of being on time. Finally a ride to Beit El from Givat Asaf, but to the other neighborhood, so another 5 minute walk, and I went in 45 minutes lates, certain that the meeting must be almost over. It hadn't even begun.
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