Today I look into the past and toward the future.
Into the past
This is my 500th post on this blog. On this festive occasion I would especially like to thank my children:
- my older daughter, who, when starting her own blog (long since abandoned for other worthy pursuits) also challenged me to blog;
- my son, who, having no qualms about comparing his mother to a cockroach, thought of the name for this blog; and
- my younger daughter, who, having the soul of a poet, has provided several guest posts, and is a loyal reader.
I thank my husband and my children for providing endless material, and for putting up with me as I furiously jotted down their dinner conversations.
I thank you, dear readers out there in cyberland, for reading this blog that is often about nothing. For me, writing here has provided a welcome diversion from the private and unspoken challenges of our lives here in the Common Household. My very first post was about head lice, and I like to think that it has been all uphill since then.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. I miss him.
Today is also Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the Days of Awe, and the start of the year 5775. A palindromic year!
|For a sweet new year|
In this post I would like to show you photos of our beautiful, elegant Jewish New Year dinner last night, but I can’t. We had Chinese food my husband picked up from the grocery store. (Chinese food is appropriate on the Jewish holiday of Christmas, but not Rosh Hashanah.) This is because we were in a rush to get to the synagogue early. I was in charge of last night’s oneg, which supposedly means “delight” in Hebrew, but actually means “a large amount of cakes, cookies, chips, crackers, hummus, and other snacks served after a worship service.” When I was growing up, this type of event occurred at church every Sunday after worship, and it was called “coffee hour.” But we never had hummus at coffee hour.
Into the future
We did have some apples and honey last night and today, to signify our wish for a sweet year. I wish the same to all of you!
Very soon I expect to be a great aunt. ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Tomorrow I have a big work project due. So I’m off to try to get some sleep, dreaming of wheat acreage. But, dear reader, I want to ask about your past and future. Did you attend coffee hour in your childhood? What snacks are in your future?
|A note for Younger Daughter on Wednesday|