Tuesday, December 16, 2025

2025/5786 On the second night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...

 Last night was the second night of Chanukah and so today we are still in Day #2.

And there is a tradition for Chanukah Day #2 to celebrate Number 2. Last year, for instance, we were on a roll! In 5783, look what popped up! 

Or that time we considered the artistic pursuit of becoming a poopy-Picasso.


So many tremendous Number Twos!


As I was mulling over what to not-give you this year, I happened to be shopping at my local pet supply store for my dog's food. I was looking for some special food, because my dog at that time was experiencing intestinal distress leading to poop-soup. Butt-hose spray. 

NOT festive.

But(t) I digress. I was at the pet supply store, and I saw this at the check out lane- at the impulse purchase station:


These are holiday themed dog poop collection bags. 



From the ad copy: "Picking up after your dog...during the holiday season is easy with these Merry & Bright Gift Wrap Waste Bags."


They admit it! It's *gift wrap*! And though some people, when Doggy does his duty and deposits doo-doo, may exclaim over "what Precious did" for Mummy or Daddy, I am not one of those people who view my dog's deposits as gifts worth wrapping.

I don't think you are, either.

Also, these Merry & Bright Gift Wrap Waste Bags are clearly designed to wrap Christmas Crap, not handle Hanukkah Ca-Ca. 

Note the festive red & green, the Christmas trees, the Christmas lights.


No dreidels. Not a latke to be seen.


Although... depending on the design choices, a latke might look a lot like the gift inside...


So, not buying it.

No sh*t.






Monday, December 15, 2025

2025/5786 On the first night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...

 OMG! I'm already lighting the candles for night #2 and I haven't posted the delightful Chanukah gift that I didn't buy for you on night #1!


As you may recall, Dear Reader, all the way back in 2012, I started a tradition of not-giving a gift to my daughter's Significant Other on each night of Chanukah. Daughter's SO is now her DS (Dear Spouse) and the tradition continues.


As I was decorating my home for Hanukkah this year, I thought that maybe you might like to not-receive a holiday decoration or ornament this year.


So, I didn't buy you this:



A holiday ornament, yes. However, not kosher for Chanukah. Even though it has the politely generic moniker of "December Home" on this ornament, it is clearly meant for a Christmas tree, not a Hanukkah bush*.

It's BACON, people. BACON. While Chanukah is indeed replete with fried and sizzling foods, those foods are not BACON.

So no, not buying this for you.

Hope you enjoyed night one! I will try to post Night Two's not-gift before lighting candles for Night Three!**




* Although, now that I think about it, bushes in Jewish tradition have been known to burn, so sizzling food on a Chanukkah bush... nah, still not going to buy it.

**No promises. Who knows- Time is a wibbly-wobbly timey wimey concept.









Thursday, September 4, 2025

Two years

 



On August 31, we marked two years since we slept together.

On September 1, we marked two years since you went into the hospital.

Today, September 4, marks two years since you went into surgery. Two years since I last heard your voice. Two years since I last kissed you.

September 9 is looming. Two years since that phone call. Two years since we said goodbye in the intensive care unit, your body vacant, your love still holding us up.

On some days, you still feel so incredibly present, still a part of me.

On some days, I feel so alone I can scarcely bear it.

Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Journaling


This looks like a dragon's head and neck to me- puffing smoke.


I love having this blog, and I want to be writing more here. It is a good repository, and it has the benefit of thinking MAYBE someone will read it. 

Maybe.

I feel often unheard, unseen. Some of this is due to actions of my own: I am not putting myself out there much. I take myself out to eat alone, with a book. I have met with a couple of potential new friends, and then there has not been a second "date." 

Again, that is understandable- I have my daughter's dog with me right now, and I can't go far with my dog and her dog both in the house. One, I could ask my son across the street to come and walk, but TWO big dogs is too big an ask.

Also, these potential new friends had upcoming events, and now I have upcoming travel.

Maybe next month.

Sometimes I am avoiding society and sometimes I am pouting because society does not come to me.

I have reached out to a massage therapist- a week ago- and have not had a response.

I have emailed/ texted some friends and haven't had a response (two days ago).

I have offered a phone call to my dad's widow, and at first was ignored but now had a response saying maybe tonight.

Tonight will have to be after I attend a Zoom play reading. This play was written by a student of mine from 20 years ago! They must be close to 40 or more now.

I am still hurting from a few that offered a coffee here or a drink there that haven't gotten back to me... but on the other hand, I have at least a couple of get togethers where the ball is in my court. 

I am unsettled. Quite literally: My little garage is stacked to the rafters with boxes and shelves and furniture from my former home. I need to sift through those things, say farewell to almost all of it. Clear space for a different life.

I am trying to stay in the present moment, which is basically good for privileged little ol' me, and also work for a better future, while not letting my terror about the future derail today's enjoyment or tomorrow's work.

Fascism.

Climate crisis.

Those are the two biggies, and I feel so small in the face of either. 

Honestly, if I didn't have children and grandchildren, I might throw in the towel altogether.


UPDATE: I now have an appointment with the massage therapist for September 8.


Saturday, July 19, 2025

Fiction Friday and what I'm reading

 Yesterday, on my writer's list-to-self, it was Fiction Friday and I did spend some brain time on a couple of projects that I have in mind.

Literally, that I have in mind, and not on paper.

I try to remind myself that is part of the process, also.

A book that is helping me with this process is Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. 


Lots of good stuff. I enjoyed the chapter "Your Day Job." It reminds me of a post I wrote on another blog, "For the Love of the Game."

I will be exercising my writing muscle more soon- but for now, Friday has slipped into Saturday, and Saturday morning has rolled into Saturday dusk. Before the Sabbath slips away, let me share these beautiful Shabbat flowers with you, and wish you peace, and joy, and love. May the week ahead be one of health and happiness, good progress on worthy goals, and moments to reflect.

Shavuah tov.





Saturday, July 12, 2025

Sabbath Saturday

 Already this morning I have made a list :-) and swept and...

reserved a U-Haul truck for emptying the Holly house on Monday before the closing on TUESDAY!

The light at the end of the tunnel is now almost discernible.

Still having anxiety but it is less. 

I have started making dates with old friends and new.

Plans for the future.

Writing more is one of the plans. 

So in line with my WRITING NOTE Sabbath Saturday, here is a sermon.



"Balak" 

First presented July 19, 2019 as a Drash on Balak by Lisa Hodge Kander

The Parshah this week is Balak. It’s in Numbers 22:2-25:9. I like it. 

One of my favorite verses is found in this week’s Haftarah: Micah 6:8: 

He has told you, O Man, what is good,/ And what the Lord requires of you: /Only to do justice /And to love goodness, And to walk modestly with your God…

Another verse, this one in the parshah itself, inspires one of my favorite songs for the morning liturgy:

Mah tovu ohalecha, Yaakov/ ohalecha, Yaakov / mishk’notecha, Yisrael 

“How beautiful are your tents, Jacob! Your dwelling places, O Israel!”

Good stuff, that. However, I like the Parshah text, in the Torah. I like it even though Rabbi Danielle Leshaw calls it “The Worst Torah Portion.” Sure, it has some problematic parts- I will get to those. 

But, bottom line,  I like it because it’s a story, and honestly, I think it’s funny!

You are familiar, no doubt, with the story of Balaam. The people of Israel, in their travels to the Promised Land, have camped out in the plains of Moab. You’ve read all the “begats” so it won’t surprise you that, with all  that begetting going on, there are A LOT OF ISRAELITES! So many, and they’ve recently beaten up on the Amorites, so Balak, the King of Moab, is getting nervous. He says to his councilors: 'Now will this multitude lick up all that is round about us, as the ox licketh up the grass of the field.'

“They’re going to grab up all of our resources!” Like those hordes of migrants do, right? (This is said sarcastically.)

So Balak, King of Moab, sends his guys to Balaam, who is – well, sort of like a wizard. Apparently Balaam’s blessings and curses always come true. Balak’s guys are to ask Balaam to curse the Israelites, because: he whom thou blessest is blessed, and he whom thou cursest is cursed. “If you curse them,” says Balak, “then I will be able to defeat them for sure!” 

Flatterer! 

Now, the seer/ wizard Balaam gets a bad rap from the rabbis, and I really don’t see why. Because he never says he’s going to do what Balak asks. Balaam checks in with God every time. The first time he is sent for, he tells the messengers, “Stay the night, I’ll see if God speaks to me tonight.” God does speak to him, and tells Balaam not to go. So Balaam says he won’t go, because God said no.

Balak’s guys go back to Balak, tell him, “Sorry, Boss, Balaam says he won’t go.” They leave out the part about Balaam says it’s God’s decision. Balak sends more guys, his best guys, to try again. With bribes. Balaam says, “Even if the king gave me his whole palace full of gold, I still won’t go against what God says.” Still, Balaam says, “Spend the night. We’ll sleep on it. I’ll let you know what God says in the morning.”

This time, God relents. “Okay, fine, Balaam. Go with the guys. BUT only say what I tell you to say.”

Again, I want to point out, Balaam follows God’s instructions. I don’t know what the rabbis have against this guy, really. Unless it’s the animal cruelty. 

Balaam sets out, with Balak’s best guys, to meet up with Balak and check out the Israelite situation. Balaam is riding his faithful friend, his trusty she-ass (I am not making this up, it says it right in the text). God, for whatever reason, has decided to be contrary and sends an angel with a flaming sword to block the way. 

This is one of the problematic bits—God just told Balaam to go, for goodness sake!

Also, only the donkey can see the angel. Because it’s funnier that way.

Maybe there’s another reason, but please, imagine this:

Donkey sees angel. Donkey plants feet and refuses to budge. (Apparently, donkeys can be mulish in this way.) Balaam, seeing nothing, gets mad and smacks the donkey. They start to go around; the angel moves to block. Donkey tries to squeeze away from angel and squishes Balaam’s foot against a fence. Balaam, seeing nothing, gets mad and smacks the donkey. They start to go around; the angel moves to block. Donkey, seeing no way around, lays down and refuses to budge. Balaam, seeing nothing, gets mad and smacks the donkey. 

You’re seeing this, right? It’s comedy gold.

Balaam is furious. So now, God allows the donkey to say what is on her mind.

“Ow! Dude! Why do you keep hitting me?”

(It’s pretty close to that. I may have updated the language a bit.)

Balaam says, “You made me look like a jackass! If I had gun, I’d have shot you!”

Or words to that effect. I’m working with a translation here.

Anyway, the she-ass says, “Look, have I ever done anything like this before? So, you know, maybe there might be a reason?” And Balaam is forced to confess, no, she’s never acted this way before.

Also, Balaam does not react at all to a talking donkey. Just part of a wizard’s day, I guess.

Then—poof! – God lets Balaam see the angel—and doesn’t Balaam feel like a jackass NOW! I can just hear the donkey saying, “NOW do you get it?”

The angel asks Balaam why he was beating the poor donkey? “She saw me and kept you away from me,” the angel says, “if she’d kept going, I would have let her go, but I would have killed you!”

I can just see the donkey hissing “I saved your life, dude!”

Balaam confesses to the angel, “My bad, I totally did not know you were standing in my way. I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”

I will not bother to point out that it is a female donkey, not a straight white male elephant, that can see what is in the way. While the big shots are blind. I won’t even mention it. 

Anyway, the story continues with the angel saying, “Nah, keep going. Just remember to only say what the Divine One tells you to say.”

Balaam meets up with Balak. Balaam repeats he will ONLY say what God gives him to say.

Seriously, why do the rabbis beat up on this guy?

You will no doubt recall that instead of a curse, Balaam speaks a blessing for the people of Israel.

What I hadn’t remembered, until I read over the parshah, is that Balak keeps trying to get Balaam to curse the people – by having Balaam look at the camp from different viewpoints. “Can’t curse from here on Bamoth-baal? Let’s try over here on Pisgah instead! No? How about the peak of Peor?” Balak drags Balaam to three separate locations.

Three is a magical number. Especially for comedy. Now you’re properly set up for the punch line.

So when Balak asks for curses on Israel three times, there are blessings instead, all three times. 

The punchline? Balak blows up at Balaam—and Balaam speaks a final prophecy, which is not only a blessing on Israel, but also a curse on Moab and its king, Balak.

So there. 

If the parshah ended there, that would be great. I can totally argue it as comic relief. 

But no.

The parshah doesn’t end there. 

It continues on to say that in spite of all these blessings, the Israelites start fooling around with Moabite and Midian women, and worshipping idols, and draw down a plague, and some 24,000 people died of the plague. More problematic bits. 

I really wish we had stopped at the talking donkey. 

There are, of course, serious points to be made. Adina Gerver, in her commentary “The Gift of Speech,” quotes Midrash Numbers Rabah which explains that God made all animals mute, because if animals had the power of speech, “they [people] could not subject [animals] and stand over [this]. For this [donkey] was the stupidest of creatures and this [Balaam] was the wisest of the wise, and as soon as she spoke he could not stand before her.’” Gerver goes on to note “Subjugation, in the rabbinic view, is made possible merely by the inability to speak. The donkey’s sudden, surprising voice in this story flips the power dynamic, rendering Balaam powerless in the face of her newfound authority. Speech is a profound expression of power–and the denial of it a crippling means of oppression–around the world.” Gerver draws parallels to suppression of free speech of minorities in today’s world, and the ways that loss of voice is a loss of power.

Rabbi Lisa Edwards, in her commentary “What Are You Looking at But Not Seeing?,” writes “Balak and Balaam demonstrate what they think is good, namely: to fear alien people (in this case, the Israelites); to take up arms against them; to curse them; to use violence against an innocent animal; to punish those who disagree with them; to allow anger to rage out of control; not to listen to advice or information; and to use a God-given talent (blessing and cursing) in the service of murder.” 

This list of what are wrongly thought to be “good actions”—fearing the other, using hate speech, punishing those who disagree with those in power—is far too prevalent these days.

Rabbi Edwards points out that clearly, the donkey, who has served Balaam well, and in this instance saved Balaam’s life, is actually the hero of the piece. God asks us to do the opposite, Rabbi Edwards states, of what Balaam and Balak attempt; we should welcome the stranger, make peace, treat all kindly. Rather than seeking to curse those we fear, we should heed the words of Micah: God asks us “to do justice, And to love goodness, And to walk modestly with your God.”

Rabbi Steven Kushner, in his commentary “Whose Word Is It, Anyway?”, remarks that it’s important to note that Balaam, a noted seer and prophet of his time, is not an Israelite. “In other words, God doesn't speak just to Israelites.” In fact, Kushner notes, since the donkey speaks, it is clear that “it's the message (not the messenger),” that is important. 

In her commentary, “Distance and Proximity,” Julia Appell notes that Balak, in demanding Balaam see the Israelite camp from different viewpoints, may have inadvertently allowed Balaam to see the Israelites as a community, as people. She sees parallels with today’s world: “In order to build connections and wear down hatred we must see others from the appropriate vantage point, one from which we can appreciate their history, their community, and their values.”

In yet another commentary… and another, and another—we can find and illuminate meanings for today and tomorrow. 

Or, we could allow ourselves to laugh. Even Holy Writ could have some lighter moments. 

You know what? I really wish we had stopped at the talking donkey. 


Friday, July 11, 2025

Writing

 I stumbled across a note I wrote myself almost 4 years ago:

WRITING

Memoir Monday

Text Tuesday

Whatever Wednesday 

Thankful Thursday 

Fiction Friday

Sabbath Saturday

...

Not sure why Sunday was not included on that original list.

I will try to think of an alliteration to add for Sunday.

This list was intended to prompt a writing habit. Clearly, it didn't stick then, as I forgot all about it. However, so much has changed in the last four years, maybe it is time to implement this list.

Memoir Monday- I've been using this blog intermittently to record my life events and reflections in these challenging days (weeks/months/years). I want to intentionally seek out glimmers as well as the grief and struggles now. I want to remind myself that there is still beauty, kindness, compassion in the world. See it, speak it, do it!

Text Tuesday was intended (I think, my memory is blurry) to work on a textbook / nonfiction work on theatre- benefits of producing Shakespeare with young people for one example.


Whatever Wednesday as a free writing day.

Thankful Thursday to focus on gratitude.

Fiction Friday to exercise those creative muscles.

Sabbath Saturday- I don't remember if I intended this as a day of rest, or a day for spiritual reflection in my writing.

What shall we do with Sunday? 

Sending Sunday- send a letter or email to a friend or friends?

Selling Sunday- send an article or story out into the world for publication hopes?

Summary Sunday- reflect on and review what I've been reading?



Make a wish. Take a deep breath. Send it out. Plant a seed.