It seems like that if I want to fit blogging into my daily life right now, I am going to have to start shooting off shorter posts, 200 word posts. I have a lot of time in my day as it is, in fact, quite leisurely – but I am seldom alone. It pisses me off to be in the blog zone and hear, “Come unload the dishwasher right now, please.” Such flashbacks to my childhood! It’s too ridiculous that I can’t write because of parental distractions. On the one hand, I am a grown woman and should get a better job and get the hell out of here. On the other hand, they should value me and value the activities that are important to me and actually support my efforts to become a better writer. Probably never going to happen, even though I am selling books right now.
I had the most excellent Shabbat/weekend with my friend, *Malka, in Hollywood, Florida. She hosted me in her kosher, Shabbat-observant home and it was completely restorative. I wish I could post a photo of her and her cute bungalow house, but I don’t think she would like that. We walked to a community dinner at a Moroccan-Israeli shul (where I hoped to find a husband). Everyone was speaking Hebrew and it was such a
cure Band-Aid for my homesickness. Even when someone says to me in Hebrew, “Pass the salt.”, I get so happy. I didn’t see a viable husband, though, but you never know. That community saw me and everyone has brothers, cousins, and friends who are looking for a wife.
The most amazing opportunity was presented to me, and like a smart cookie, I grabbed it without hesitation. Malka washes the dead, which means that she is part of the Chevra Kaddisha, the team of women who perform the ritual, traditional, and ancient washing of the dead bodies before burial. I “knew” she would be called for a washing, so I asked her ahead of time. “What happens if you are called?” and she answered that it couldn’t possibly happen because they would have already phoned her. Inside I laughed. Okay. Let things unfold and we will see… So they called her to wash and she took me with her. I got to help as an anonymous Jewish woman. It was so peaceful and pleasant (not for the dead woman, of course, but it was pleasant for me). I was really lucky I got to help. More postings about that later.
Hollywood Beach, Florida is an older beach, 1950’s was its’ heyday. It has clean, soft sands and a wooden boardwalk (called the Broadwalk). There are ice cream shops, coffee places, seafood restaurants, pizza, seashore pubs, live music, a Turkish restaurant, an Armenian/Russian restaurant, souvenir shops, bicycle rentals, etc. It is really a nice vacation spot for families and was filled with French-Canadian, South American, and Russian families all strolling the Broadwalk. Additionally, it was a gorgeous full moon and the moonlight was spilling a luminescent circle onto the waves of the sea. So restful. So beautiful. I got a table and a beer and just sat and watched it all. For only three days away from home, I got an excellent mini-vacation. I feel great (:
Photos of Hollywood Beach:
I also got to go to an Israeli grocery store and buy real Israeli products. I got the good coffee with the cardamom in it, spices for food that I can’t cook, Wisoski tea, a havdalah candle, sunflowers seeds, an Israeli popsicle. I even got to discuss loudly with the store clerk. “Is this spice for soup?” “No, that’s spices for soup.” “That’s what I said. “I don’t understand what you said.” LOL. Israelis are loud. Before I learned to understand spoken Hebrew, I thought they were angry all the time. They aren’t; they are soft as kittens inside. My people.
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