Monday, February 28, 2011

Crash!

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It feels like a tremendous amount of time has gone by since I last posted. I barely remember everything I wished to write about, but at least some of the photos will spur me on. There were really good reasons not to write. I had a major hard drive crash and Saul, with all his finagling, could not even get my computer to boot up with an external drive. We made an appointment to take my baby to the Apple Store in King of Prussia Mall the next day, and not even the gurus there could do anything with it. As it turned out, I had to wait almost a week before it was back on my desk again. Both the hard drive, and a temperature-sensing cable had burned out, and the store did not have the cable in stock. I have a time capsule attached, so I fretted the whole week until I knew for sure that we would truly be able to restore my data. That part worked like a charm, thank God! During that week, data for two large jobs began to pile up and I worried also that I would not have time to get them out of the way before all three girls come for the next ten days while Saul is working. After that there are only a few days left before we leave for Kauai for ten days. Once my data was restored, my keyboard stopped working and had to be replaced. I lost a day that way and I can’t even describe the level of discomfort that caused. Then, my fonts disappeared and we decided to upgrade my page layout software. Thankfully, in the last three days I have spent many hours fruitfully, and I have finally gotten those jobs to the point where I am comfortable again. I really love the upgraded InDesign.

We have had a couple really great weekends in Baltimore/DC and I tried not to let the anxiety get to me. The first weekend of February, Izzy and Sami had a birthday party sleepover for 12 girls…

Since I began writing this post two weeks ago, more time has expired and I am struggling to get it posted so that at least there will be one entry for February.

To continue, the birthday party was adorable—six of Izzy’s friends for her actual birthday on Groundhog Day, and six of Sami’s friends for her half birthday because it was the first time since August that Jess was able to assemble six of her friends to sleep over. Since the party activities included nail polishing and cake decorating, I made a nail polish bottle cake surrounded by 14 gingerbread hands with icing-polished nails so that each girl could decorate her own hand cookie. They had a blast decorating them with food coloring markers, extra icing and candy decors. Each hand was as unique as the girl decorating it. We also supervised while each girl rolled her own sushi and made her own personal pizza. During the party, Ari took Yona off to a quiet place and tried to put her to bed. We had brought Alex’s mom, Elaine, along for the weekend, along with my sister, Adele, so there were plenty of adults to help out. According to reports the next day, most of the girls actually went to sleep during the night.

One of our goals for spending the weekend in Baltimore/DC was that Ari’s furniture was delivered that Friday while he was at work, and that went as smoothly as could be. The two guys who delivered the massive wall unit and bedroom furniture were extremely competent, helpful and pleasant. The furniture looks beautiful and fits perfectly in the rooms. They left us enough time to get to Baltimore for a birthday tea for Izzy in her first grade classroom at Waldorf. With the leftover gingerbread from the hand cookies, I made gingerbread stars for Izzy to share with her classmates. Her teacher made a pretty china potful of tea and we all sat around and shared stories about our favorite memories of kindergarten before school ended for the week. Ari left work a little early on Friday so he could see the furniture and joined us in Baltimore for one of Alex’s amazing Shabbat dinners where we were joined by Alex’s sister Naomi, her husband Matt, Alex’s brother Aaron, his wife Stacey, and their three children, Jacob, Lily and Zach.

During the weekend, in addition to the activities of the birthday party, we took Adele on a driving tour of DC, and walked through the Vietnam and Korean War Memorials. The day was chilly and soggy. By the time we took our short walk back to the car, we were shivering and damp and decided that the rest of the day’s activities should be indoors. We spent hours contentedly wandering in the National Portrait Gallery and Smithsonian American Art Museum. Ari bought Izzy and Sami art books from the delightful selection in the gift shop there. Izzy’s came with red/blue 3D glasses and was designed with special backgrounds and markers to enable her to make 3D drawings and doodles. Sami’s was a blueprint for creating 3D architectural models from folding and cutting white paper (sort of advanced origami). Adele mentioned that she loved a good diner, so one day, we had a delightful breakfast at the Metro 29 diner. Waiting to have dinner at a Cheesecake Factory in Bethesda, we were treated to a bird’s eye view of about a dozen couples, dressed for the occasion, doing the tango in the central atrium of the mall—one of the special events for public participation hosted weekly by the mall.

Sunday afternoon, before heading home, we all went to Johns-Hopkins University to meet our cousin, Anne, and watch her son, Max, win along with his team, in a fencing tournament there. The girls were very fascinated with the outfits, protective gear, foils, and electronic tethers. They especially loved helping pull up all the blue tape boundary markers from the large gymnasium floor and rolling it into a big ball for disposal. I had never been up close and live in a fencing match, so it was a great learning experience for me as well. Our drive back on Sunday evening was pleasant, but very tiring after all the weekend’s activities. Elaine’s little puppy, Shana, got along a lot better this time with Jess and Alex’s dogs.

On February 10, Saul’s birthday, a Memorial Lecture was given by Alex at the Princeton Jewish Center in memory of his father, Maury. Traditionally, Chevra Kadisha (Jewish burial) societies everywhere hold a dinner on the seventh of Adar (according to Bible interpreters, the traditional date of the death of Moses). Maury was a founding member of the Chevra Kadisha society in Princeton. I went to Faith’s class that Thursday morning, and later in the afternoon, Faith joined us for the dinner and lecture in Princeton. The whole family was welcomed warmly and made to feel at home by the heartfelt hospitality of our hosts. The dinner was ample and beautifully planned. Alex gave a wonderful d’var Torah and spoke eloquently of his meaningful Jewish family life with Maury. Afterward, Saul and I took the girls home with us and put them to bed as Alex needed to be back in Baltimore the next morning to help prepare the festivities for the beginning of the writing of a brand-new Torah at Chizuk Amuno. While Saul attended a rare Friday meeting at CHC, the girls helped me prepare dinner to take to Baltimore for Shabbat. Alex was putting in so many hours that he would not have had time to prepare. We took a tray of stuffed cabbage, black and white rice, leftover vegetarian meatballs, Israeli salad, homemade challot and pareve chocolate cake. Jessica defrosted some of Alex’s yummy soups. Alex had a rare opportunity to relax a little before dinner. We got into a terrible traffic jam on the way there and spent an extra hour on the road. After dinner, we took Sami and Izzy to DC with us so they would be out of the way until the launch on Sunday. After a quick breakfast at home the next morning, Ari and I took the girls to the National Building Museum where a special architectural Lego exhibit was being held. Saul stayed behind because he had many papers to read to catch up with his school work. The four of us spent hours among the tens of thousands of Lego pieces constructing our own buildings. Ari and I worked on a gray, black and white asymmetrical design which we never finished because Izzy realized suddenly that she was hungry and we were so into our design that we had not realized that two hours had gone by. We walked a couple of blocks to the Sushi Go-Round and had sushi there, seated at a counter where plates of sushi pass by on a conveyor belt and you grab whatever looks interesting. After that, we toured some parts of the National Gallery across the street that we had not seen with Adele, such as the folk art exhibit. Throughout the museum, docents are stationed to provide hands-on experiences for kids with something called “art a la cart.” At the first station, the girls were provided with cameras and props and learned about camera angle and perspective. They were shown examples of an artist whose specialty was unusual perspectives. Then they were supposed to arrange their props and camera angle to get an unusual perspective. Their photos were printed for them on the spot. At another cart, they were given found objects, like bottle caps, shells, and stones to arrange in three-dimensional fashion within a flat box. At another, they were handed sample pieces of driftwood and bronze treated to look like driftwood for a giant modern art horse statue. After a few hours there, we picked up Saul and drove to Silver Spring to see the 3D movie Gnomeo and Juliet, sort of cute with a few good laughs and nice Elton John music, but the kids just said “ehhh.” We had dinner across the street at a Chinese buffet that was handy, cheap, not too crowded, had a huge selection including unusual food that we have never seen elsewhere, but was of dubious cleanliness. It must have been okay because none of us got sick. The girls were happy with their sushi… again.

The program for the Torah-writing was amazing! The synagogue was teeming with as many people as the cavernous sanctuary holds on Yom Kippur. The first people to write the initial few letters walked down the center aisle under a series of chuppot, each held aloft by four congregants with poles at each corner of the tallit. There were people stationed at various places, including the balcony, who blew multiple shofarot, a spine-tingling sound when they are all on cue together. The obligatory speeches were interesting, and not overly long. A choir, composed of about 200 adults and children who barely fit on the ample bimah, sang a moving and harmonious “Lechi Lach” by recently-deceased Debbie Friedman. Large projection screens on either side of the bimah allowed the entire audience to see, first-hand, the flow of ink onto parchment as the hand of the sofer (scribe) guided each writer in the completion of a previously outlined Hebrew letter. Finally, there was an incredible, beautifully-presented, banquet for hundreds, perhaps over a thousand, congregants, with live music and dancing. It was a great celebration of a momentous occasion, and probably the only time in my life that I will get to see a Torah begun. I was very proud of my son-in-law, Alex, who had worked behind the scenes tirelessly to make sure that everything ran smoothly. We left afterward to begin the long ride home.

The next few days, I worked tirelessly to almost complete both publications that had deadlines before the girls were due to arrive for a week here. My computer was finally behaving and I loved the new upgraded software I was now using. On Thursday, I attended Faith’s class, having gotten my work under control. Saul decided that it would be easier to meet Jessica and pick up the girls directly from his school rather than coming home to pick me up first. I used the couple of hours to put in a supply of food from Costco and the supermarket so that I would not have to take the girls out myself during the week. I especially purchased lots of supplies for baking vast quantities of hamantaschen. The girls’ Waldorf School puts on a Purimshpiel every other year, and Jessica volunteered to arrange for the hamantaschen. Others were supposed to help, but I think we probably baked enough during the week to supply the whole school. Sami and Izzy were excellent helpers. We baked for a couple of hours each day and made at least two flavors each time. The work went so fast with me rolling, Izzy cutting, and Sami filling and pinching, that we made hundreds by the time the week was over. Yona was content to sit at the table in her booster seat watching us work and looking at the Sprout network on television. Occasionally, we would give her a warm cookie, which she ate by sucking out the middle and then nibbling the leftover cookie. She liked all the flavors, including poppy seed and prune.

Friday morning, we took all of them to Nordstrum Rack in King of Prussia to get much-needed shoes. We bought Yona her first pair of sneakers—two shades of pink with Velcro closings. Izzy and Sami each got a pair of sneakers, and Izzy got white dress shoes. We got back home just in time to have some lunch and prepare the challah dough and soup. Faith came in the afternoon with her granddaughter, Hilary, who is only one week apart in age from Sami, and took the girls to Michael’s to buy them knitting yarn. They came home with not only that, but novelty items as well, a plastic snake that grew in water for Izzy, a set of wind-up walking feet for Sami, and an Elmo puppet book for Yona. Faith and Hilary joined us for Shabbat dinner along with her son, Jon. While I was shaping the challot, I gave each girl a lump of dough and they each made their own individually-shaped challah. Hilary  made hers in the shape of the letter “H.” Larry was not feeling well that evening, and Beth was away on vacation. I made a simple dinner of leek, potato, and Cope’s dried corn soup; cheese tortellini; spinach salad with hot sesame dressing; steamed asparagus; with hamantaschen and ice cream for dessert. Gale force winds on Saturday kept us from going to services as we had planned. The girls’ cousin, Brenna, who lives nearby, came to play with the girls on Saturday afternoon. They played nicely together. We ordered pizza to be delivered on Saturday night, and afterward, the girls climbed into our bed to watch an old movie I had recorded on TiVo, Puss in Boots, with Christopher Walken, a really B movie that he must have made long before he became famous. He played the cat that changes into a man. Erica came by to pick up Brenna later in the evening. On Sunday, we baked and iced two Presley Bella marble angel food cakes in honor of Sister Lisa’s birthday. Saul took them to work on Monday so that one could be shared with colleagues and the other with housemates. In the late afternoon on Sunday, we went to Faith’s house for knitting lessons with Hilary. The girls were more interested in playing with Faith’s vast collection of dolls. Larry met us there also. He was feeling better and Faith had invited him also for an ice cream party of epic proportions. The table was set with all types of cookies, pretzels, candy, toppings, and a large selection of ice cream flavors. We all pigged out. As it turned out, Izzy cast on stitches on a set of Faith’s needles with lightning speed and taught me to knit sitting on my lap so that I could follow her fingering. She complained that the back of her neck was hot from my breathing on her. Having knitted a bit 30 years ago, I was able to knit a small blanket for her mini teddy bear by the time we were ready to leave. She has already made her own knitting needles and a scarf for herself at school as part of the first grade curriculum at Waldorf.

On Monday, Presidents Day, Brenna was off from school and Erica picked up the two older girls and took them home with her to spend the day with Brenna. They had fun playing with all her toys and had felafal for dinner there.

During the beginning of the week that they were here I got very little sleep. Yona kept waking in the middle of the night and screaming. I didn’t want Saul to lose sleep because he had to be at work, so I spent hours holding her until she would go back to sleep. Then, we realized that we were creating a monster as the intervals grew longer and the screaming grew louder. We decided to spend only 20 minutes with her at bedtime, and 20 minutes if she needed a diaper change in the middle of the night. The screaming intervals grew much shorter after the first 15-minute temper tantrum and by the end of the week, there was barely a whimper at bedtime or nap time. During the week, she was very cooperative about using the potty. Considering her age, this is most remarkable. I think she will probably be completely trained by the time she is two. She is also very verbal. These days, we can mostly figure out what she is trying to say.
Wednesday evening, we took the three of them out to King Buffet in Plymouth Meeting. They had been indoors all week and I thought it would give them a chance to run around the mall and get some exercise. Then we rode with them on the carousel there for Izzy’s birthday and bought them punching balloons. Yona did not seem to like the carousel very much. She is the first one not to adore it. They all had such a grand time with the punching balloons, however, that almost every mother that walked by had to buy one for her child as well.
On Thursday, we made the filled chocolate, almond, coconut cupcakes that I had submitted for a recipe contest. Izzy has been reminding me for six weeks that she never had a chance to taste the prototype of those cupcakes. The two of them practically made every step of the cupcakes themselves as I was busy with Yona while we were putting them together. It really is a yummy recipe. If it doesn’t win, I will post it shortly on my recipe blog. The girls were wonderful helping with laundry and cleaning up so that we could finish packing for the trip back home Thursday afternoon. We met Jessica at Bahama Breeze in Towson, where we had a very long, drawn-out dinner together. The manager stopped by to apologize for the long wait for our dinners. At least the girls’ food came right away, but they were finished eating dinner by the time our dinners arrived.

Saul had a conference to attend at the Sheraton in Baltimore on Friday. We drove to DC after dinner, and got up at 5 a.m. the next morning to drive back to Baltimore. Alex took Yona to day care and Jess, on her way to work, dropped the older girls and me off at a nearby strip mall to spend the day at Barnes & Noble so that I would not have to deal with my allergies to the dogs all day at her house. Until it opened up at 9 a.m., we had pastries in a nearby Starbucks. When it opened, I read tales to the girls from an adaptation of Arabian Nights until Izzy grew restless. The girls shared a stuffed pizza pretzel and a large rice crispy treat at the café there. Then I bought Izzy a vanity book that had a lock and key, and Sami a book called Uber Origami. After that, the girls both chose lemon sorbet at a Cold Stone Creamery. Then, we shopped for a while in Pier 1 Imports, where luckily, they had a whole rack of imported novelty toy items for Easter that kept the girls amused for half an hour while a hailstorm suddenly materialized and raged outside the store for a while until we were ready to leave. From there, we went to Café Fresh where I had a half sandwich, veggie chips, and peach juice while the girls played with their new books. After that, we spent an hour in Trader Joe’s picking up a few odds and ends and searching for the elusive stuffed bear “Meep,” which we never found. Jess met us a Trader Joe’s and did some heavy-duty shopping there. After dropping the girls at home with Alex, Jess and I headed for the new Seven-Mile Market, an entirely kosher supermarket. Arriving home and unloading the groceries, Jess then drove Alex and me over to the synagogue so that Alex could prepare for a family Shabbat dinner that evening for Izzy’s classmates’ families. I waited, reading, in the library there until it was time for dinner. The program was adorable. After the usual brachot, (blessings) and a buffet turkey dinner, Alex narrated a story about King Cyrus of Persia and his Shabbat encounter with a Jewish man named Nehemiah. The story was told with the class acting out the scenes in front of a series of long backdrops which the class had created for the occasion. After dessert of fresh fruit and cookies, and the birkat hamazon, (blessings after the meal) Saul and I headed back to DC.

The next morning, we breakfasted at Metro 29, and then set out to find headlights for Ari’s car, batteries for our key fobs for the Prius, which had just about stopped working, and haircuts, which we all needed before our vacation in Hawaii in a few days. We found all those things in a strip mall near Tyson’s Corner in Virginia. Then, we went to Tyson’s II, which is about as upscale a mall as I have ever seen outside of China. There is a unique type of shop there called “The Grooming Lounge,” which specializes in pampering spa-type services for men only. On the spur of the moment, because they had one opening, Ari decided to have his back hair removed by waxing before our beach vacation. The process, which they told us would take a half hour, took an hour and a half. Ari said that the process was no more painful than he had anticipated, and that he would probably do it again as necessary. While waiting for his appointment we found a beautiful area rug that he is considering buying for his bedroom made from pieced-together strips of cowhide that is naturally and subtly colored. The showroom of Bo Concepts, to give an idea of the upscale nature of this mall, has a full free buffet on the weekends with wine, bottled water, cheeses, fresh fruit, Italian salami, antipasto, assorted olives,  etc., etc. A live string quartet was performing all afternoon standing atop the floor model area rug that Ari was considering purchasing. For dinner, we had an absolutely delicious and very reasonably-priced Thai meal at Sawatdee in Arlington.

On Sunday, after dim sum at China Garden, we drove to Belfort Furniture where Ari purchased a headboard for our bed at his house. His headboard is still on order there and we found that his second lamp has not come in either. They will be able to deliver both headboards together this way. The flower bulbs Ari and I planted last fall are starting to poke through in his garden despite the violent weather this past weekend. We stopped in Baltimore on the way home to drop off an extra set of Ari’s keys to Jessica and pick up our insulated bag, which had transported the hamantaschen to Jessica’s freezer and which we plan to take back to Hawaii to gather exotic foodstuffs for our meals there. We leave way early on Thursday morning and all my work is done!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Over 1,000 WWII Letters and Tu B’Shevat

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We were very lucky to be able to hold our Tu B’Shevat seder on Friday night. On Thursday, after a wonderful class with Faith exploring the structure of the Mishneh Torah and other writings of Maimonides, a class that is now so well-attended that we are running out of room at a conference table that seats about 25, Saul and I went on a fruit and nut scavenger hunt to purchase everything we needed for our seder. The weather predictions for Friday were dire, but we decided to be optimistic, and, as it turned out, we were very glad we were. Friday evening’s Shabbat dinner was delightful, and was shared with good friends who were very appreciative.

To purchase everything, we shopped at Assi Market and Wegman’s. After Wegman’s we had a yummy dinner together at Bonefish Grill where we are running out of time to use up our complimentary certificates that we received when when purchased gift cards for the holidays. I had made the trek all the way to Wegman’s hoping to find some of the more exotic fruits, but was only able to bag an Israeli persimmon and a star fruit, or carambola there. It was a delicious, ripe one, though. Assi was again disappointing this year, with none of the exotics that I usually find there, but altogether, we had quite a variety. For dinner, we had our scripted seder first, sampling at least 20 different fruits and nuts of four categories, accompanied by white, mixed, blush and dark grape juice. We were able to dip our fruit in vanilla custard sauce that I made to use up a vanilla bean that had been stewed with quinces that I had cooked last week. Along with our fruits and nuts, we had homemade guacamole with whole-grain chips, and Comté cheese with homemade membrillo. We were joined by Larry, Faith, Terry, Gene, and Sister Lisa from Chestnut Hill College. It was a very congenial evening, and although the weather outside was frigid, below 10° fahrenheit, inside we were warm and comfortable. After the seder, we had chestnut-soup, vegetarian meatballs, barley pilaf, and maple-glazed Brussels sprouts with chestnuts. For dessert, we had carob cake with pumpkin-flavored fresh-brewed coffee and tea. We broke apart the chocolate orange that I had purchased a while ago at Trader Joe’s and found the dark chocolate to be of very good quality. We continued to munch on all the fruits and nuts.

On Saturday morning, Saul and I attended services at MBIEE where Saul said kaddish for my Uncle Stef, whose name is memorialized there. Services were followed by a Tu B’Shevat seder that we helped to prepare. A few days before, Lori, one of the congregants, had requested a shopping list from us, and I had emailed her our script for the seder, which allowed her to figure out what she would need to purchase and how to group the fruit. The seder script prepared by Rabbi Addison was more elaborate than ours and contained many interesting points that I think I will try to incorporate into our seder for next year. When Saul and I returned home, we loaded the dishwasher with a second load of dishes from the previous night, and went off to take a nap. In view of the cold, nasty, weather, we decided to spend a quiet evening at home. We ate leftovers for dinner, watched t.v., and went back to sleep early.

Also on Saturday evening, we booked flights to Kauai, Hawaii, online. We will be joining Ken and Randi in their three-bedroom condo for 10 days. Although we had been hoping to bag the flights that go through Phoenix for around $750, we wound up paying almost $850. The flight from Phoenix to Lihue is filling up, and in view of our horrible weather here right now, we didn’t want to miss taking the trip because of $100.

Sunday morning, after watching a segment on CBS Sunday Morning about handwriting, its history, and the art of letter writing, I was inspired to begin scanning the letters that my parents had written to each other while they were separated during WWII. I spent a weekend last year, shortly after Mom died reading a folio of Dad’s letters to Mom. Since then, I have been eyeing the large plastic carton into which all the rest of the letters have been consolidated with the thought that eventually (especially once I had a convenient scanning set-up) I would get around to scanning them. The segment, and some free time during which Saul had school work to accomplish, gave me the incentive to get started. Little did I suspect what a treasure trove is contained in that box. Initially, I had not intended to read them, but during the scanning process, little tidbits of phrases jumped out at me and I could not resist the urge to read more. Needless to say, the scanning process has been slow, but fascinating. I have been scanning for the better part of three days now, and I have almost finished a folder that contains just letters from my mother to my father, and letters that others had written to the two of them during the months of March, April and May 1944. My mother organized them in this most unsatisfying manner so that I will not be able to relate letters and their answers to each other until I have scanned the whole lot. I have been organizing the scanned letters by date and by who has written to whom. In the meantime, I have learned a great deal about the personalities of their friends and relatives, some of whom died young, and I never got to meet them, or whom I only knew in later years as I grew up. I wasn’t born until 1950, six years after most of these letters were written. Apparently, they wrote to each other just about every single day, sometimes in v-mail form, but most often in long newsy letters that, in my mother’s case, run from 4 to 12 pages in single-spaced type (she was a legal secretary and typed very well). I have three folios of this type from my mother, 2 from my father, and four archival boxes of letters that I haven’t even begun to explore. My father also wrote letters in beautifully-scripted Yiddish (it is written with Hebrew characters and they all called it “Jewish” back then) to his mother, who was from Russia, and I will be calling on Saul to translate them for me. I doubt that there are many examples of these letters, as they would not have been in my mother’s possession. I also find myself wondering what became of the letters, to which they refer, which they wrote back to their friends and relatives. I am beginning to understand how Solomon Schechter must have felt when he began to research the remnants in the geniza of the Great Synagogue of Cairo.

A big snowstorm is underway at the moment which began this morning and is supposed to worsen this evening. Saul taught all day, but getting to school was a horrible mess. In Baltimore, the schools were closed and Jess emailed photos of the girls’ snow day and Yona’s first encounter with snow which was not too pleasant because she was very unhappy with the lack of flexibility in her snow boots. I canceled a dinner date with our friends, Susan and Paul, whom we haven’t seen in several months. Right now, I would rather be going out for dinner and a lively conversation about their recent international travels.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Family Get-Together, Presley is Two

 

 

This past weekend was so enjoyable and I can’t help thinking about how my mother would have so enjoyed herself with her children, grandchildren, and great-granddaughters. Friday night Shabbat dinner was very laid-back, compared to the frenetic pace we had been keeping this past month. Larry, Beth, and Faith joined us. We had homemade challah from the freezer; a delicious lentil soup that can never be duplicated because I used the water left over from boiling 100 whole wheat matzoh balls and then threw in all kinds of leftovers from the refrigerator, including carrots, spinach, two kinds of red wine, honey mustard, ketchup, etc.; Israeli salad; homemade guacamole with whole grain tortilla chips; black and white rice; Kugel Yerushalayim; kosher stuffed cabbage from Costco; and leftover pareve Texas sheet cake. Saul forgot to tell me that Larry was bringing kasha and potato knishes, and poppy seed cake to add to our list of carbs, but I think that is because he really wanted me to make the kugel anyway.

Ari joined us on Saturday afternoon. We attended services at MBIEE and Rabbi Addison’s sermon was a tribute to Debbie Friedman, who died of pneumonia this past week. The funeral service was streamed over the Internet, live from Beth Shalom in Santa Ana, CA, which allowed tens of thousands to attend from all over the world. At the end of his sermon, the congregation, led by Rabbi Addison, sang L’chi Lach. Her passing is a great loss to the Jewish community. She was a trailblazer in many ways.

In the evening, we drove to Oaks to check out bedroom furniture and rugs at The Dump, but again left empty-handed. In the next shopping center over was a big Regal 24 movie theater and we decided to see Tron in 3D there. Although the storyline didn’t really make much sense, logically, the movie was, as Ari said, “visually stunning.” We really enjoyed it on those merits. When we left the theater, it was quite late and we had not eaten. We didn’t realize that it was such a long movie. We drove back home to the Metropolitan American Diner, where Ari had not been before, and which is open until 1 a.m. on a Saturday night. We were the only people in the restaurant at 10 p.m. and we sat by a cozy warm fire and big-screen t.v. and watched the Green Bay Packers beat the Atlanta Falcons in a semi-final game, while we munched on yummy sandwiches and sweet potato fries.

Jessica arrived at our house with the girls looking beautiful in their party dresses on Sunday morning and followed us to Ken and Randi’s for Presley’s second birthday party. The family party was great fun with all the kids interacting with each other and all the adults catching up with each others’ lives. After the party, we headed along with Jess, Ari, and the girls for a vegetarian dinner at Thai Orchid. The girls really enjoyed the food, especially Yona, who dipped everything in the peanut sauce that accompanied our orders of crispy fried golden tofu. At one point, the waitress removed the almost-empty dipping bowl when she was clearing the table and Yona protested loudly. Quickly, Jess got our waitress to bring the bowl back for Yona before she got to the kitchen with our dirty dishes. Izzy has a thing for the soy-based dipping sauce that accompanied the Buddha’s dumplings. All through the meal, Sami kept reminding us about the creamy mango ice cream, her favorite, served in a chocolate cup on a pool of mango and raspberry sauces. The restaurant was running out of mango ice cream, and gave us a cup filled with half mango and half coconut, which was perfect because Izzy loves coconut, and so did Yona. The service was really slow, so we were there about two hours. Considering the type of day they had, and the time spent at the table, the girls were little angels. Jess headed back to Baltimore with the girls after dinner.

Saul’s new semester began on Monday, but for Ari, MLK Day is a holiday. We took his car over, first thing in the morning, to the Mercedes dealer in Fort Washington for its big check-up. Then, Ari and I went over to Costco to look at their furniture, and we left completely empty-handed (first time for me). We also went to Thomasville Furniture to look around and stopped in to look around Impact! across the street. Then, we stopped into Blue Bell Kitchens to look around, and I was very impressed with some of the cabinets, countertops, and glass and ceramic tile that I saw there. Ari and I had lunch at Sultan, which has a respectable lunch buffet. Then, we went back to pick up his car, which was ready. Ari took some photos of our kitchen and bath, finished his laundry and packing, and when Saul arrived, we went back with him to Blue Bell Kitchens so that he could see the cabinets and countertops I liked and we could discuss our renovation ideas for a bit. After that, Ari was on his way back to DC, loaded with frozen homemade chicken soup, whole wheat matzoh balls, dumplings, and leftover kugel Yerushalayim.

Yesterday, after a snow and an ice storm, school’s opening was delayed for two hours. In the evening, Saul found a free program on the Net called SiteSucker, which allowed him to download for archiving, within just a few minutes, the complete contents of both my blogs, saving me hours of cutting and pasting. It almost makes up for the mess in my photos that has been caused by the changes in Picasa.

The weather is supposed to continue to be awful for the next few days, and I don’t know whether I will be able to hold my planned Tu B’Shevat seder on Friday evening. Tu B’Shevat, the Jewish Arbor Day, begins tomorrow at sundown and ends on Friday at sundown.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Our Winter Vacation and Transition into 2011

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Saul and I strove to get a few days of adult time together at the end of this semester before the girls were due to arrive to join us for their winter vacation. While we greatly enjoy their visits, the spontaneity of meeting friends for lunch or dinner at the last minute, catching an adult movie, etc. are curtailed completely during our time together. During the week before they joined us we had lunch with Saul’s colleagues from CHC, a lunch that had to be rescheduled because of the death of an old friend. Marty’s wife, Marilyn, died suddenly, shocking all of us, back in March. For some years now, this brilliant doctor had been gradually sinking into dementia and his beloved wife had been his devoted caretaker. After her death, Marty accompanied his son, Jacob, who is a rabbi, back to Jacob’s home and family in Israel, where they all had been lovingly caring for him. Marty passed away peacefully. As the family expressed during the funeral, with Marilyn’s death, Marty had lost his anchor in this world. Marty, in his heyday, was brilliant with words. He sat across from me for many years on Thursday mornings in Faith’s Bible class and rarely did we have a class where he did not come up with a clever pun related to our conversations. Puns are purely intellectual humor and I admired his quick wit. He was a kind man and an avid reader. We will miss both of them now, immensely. His body was flown back to the U.S., accompanied by Jacob, to be interred alongside his beloved wife. The funeral was on one of the most bitterly cold days I can remember. Although we were all bundled up with scarves, gloves and hats, Saul caught a cold and was definitely a bit under the weather for the first few days of our vacation.

On one of those days, at her invitation, we met Marianne, my mother’s hospice volunteer, and her friend Cliff, for a delightful lunch together at Foulkeways, the magnificent retirement community where they live. Marianne had just moved from a two bedroom to a one bedroom condo there. Her children had helped her to downsize, and the new apartment looked much more spacious because a lot of the clutter had been organized or had disappeared. As we enter our eighties and nineties, may we all have our health and sane minds and live such a stimulating and secure lifestyle as Marianne. She and Cliff seem to be very, very happy with their situation. After our lunch together, the two of them were preparing to shop for items of food which they needed to prepare the next day at a soup kitchen where, along with others from Foulkeways, they serve the homeless once a week.

One day, while Saul was attending meetings, I picked up Adele and we met Roxy at Blue Sage to celebrate Adele’s birthday and to enjoy those exceptional fried green tomato sandwiches again. We all ordered the same lunch and I gave Adele and Roxy solid chocolate oranges for their November birthdays, a gift that I always gave Roxy for her birthday and which had disappeared in recent years. Actually, originally, it was a chocolate apple, but I was delighted to find that Trader Joe’s now has both milk and dark chocolate oranges available.

We were at home the weekend of December 18 and 19. Two of our congregants at MBIEE were being honored, Natalie and Elaine. Natalie had called to see if we would be attending and I had told her we would try. Larry and Faith came for Shabbat dinner and I pulled a meal together at the last minute with homemade challah from the freezer, quick black bean soup, also from the freezer, red and green leaf lettuce salad, tortellini with butter and parmesan, a pumpkin pie from Costco with whipped cream and leftover frozen squares of Texas sheet cake from Larry’s birthday. Beth was away that weekend. On Saturday, after attending services, and enjoying a luncheon in our friends’ honor, we hurried home to wait for Ari, Neri, and the three girls to arrive for the weekend. With Yona along, we spent the entire weekend at home, which seemed to be just fine with everyone. As before, Yona seemed very comfortable here. We did have a minor incident where Saul managed to talk Izzy into “being a big girl” and sharing her blue “blanky” with Yona, because Jess had forgotten to pack Yona’s favorite blanket. Then, unbeknown to us, she decided she wanted it back and talked Sami into getting it for her. When Ari went to bed, Yona was standing in her crib complaining that Sami and Izzy had taken her blanket. I went and got her my mother’s favorite blue afghan and Ari was able to get her back to sleep without much protest. On Sunday morning, after I made a big breakfast, Ari, Neri and Saul took a tour of the new YMCA which opened nearby and were absolutely wowed by the facilities. They were able to arrange a one-week, complimentary membership for Neri so that he could work out and practice basketball there. We dropped him off almost every morning during the week, sometimes with a sandwich so that he could spend the day. Ari took Yona back home to Jess and Alex on Sunday evening. They were supposed to have gone to a party at Naomi’s house on Sunday, but got the days mixed up. The girls were happy playing together and vegging in front of the t.v. Izzy decided to play shopkeeper and proudly set up a store in the living room where she was a very convincing saleslady.

During the week before we met in the Poconos, we took the Pilot into the dealership to be serviced and took the girls to breakfast at the Perkins across the street. We spent a whole day touring downtown Philadelphia, including the Liberty Bell. We passed on touring Independence Hall. Neri had wanted to see it because of the movie “National Treasure,” but the top was encased in scaffolding, and we were required, once we got there, to walk two blocks in the bitter cold to pick up tickets for the tour. Saul walked the two blocks to pick them up, but then we realized that they were timed, and we would have had to wait around for 45 minutes with two children and nothing to do. Instead, we decided to take advantage of our membership at the Franklin Institute, where we, the girls, and Neri had a great time. The institute was not very crowded that day and we were among the last to leave as the museum closed for the evening. Also during the week, we shopped and prepared food for our vacation in the Poconos, including snickerdoodles and jumbo oatmeal, peanut butter and raisin cookies. One day, we took the girls for a really fun lunch at Bahama Breeze and to see “Tangled” in 3D at the IMAX theater in King of Prussia. We all loved it!

On the Thursday before Christmas, we spent the morning packing and loading up the Pilot to head to the Poconos. The girls and Neri were really helpful to both of us, hauling boxes and bags so that Saul could pack the car efficiently. As always, the car was packed to the teeth and everyone was making jokes about how there was enough food to last for a month. Once the car was loaded, we stopped at Costco to buy orange juice and to have some late lunch. We made the impulsive purchase of a featured dual screen dvd player for the car when we learned that the girls’ previous one had died. When we arrived after the one-and-a-half-hour drive and unloaded, we left the girls with Neri and, as darkness fell, Saul and I went to pick up a wheelbarrow full of firewood for the evening and order a half-cord of firewood to be dropped off the next day to get through the week. When Ari arrived a short time later, we sat down to a dinner of black bean soup and soba with sautéed mushrooms. Jess and Alex arrived about 8:30 p.m. with Yona, had some dinner also, and after the girls were settled down for the night, we sat by the fire and schmoozed.

Our intention was to awake early and Alex was going to take the girls skiing, but he was exhausted, slept late, and it was bitterly cold that morning. He stayed in with Yona, who protested loudly when we tried to put on her coat to take her out with us. She, too, wanted stay home and take a nap. The rest of us met at Van Gilder’s Jubilee Restaurant for a large, leisurely breakfast. Afterward, Jess took the girls back to the house and Ari, Neri, Saul and I went to check out a few facilities that we wanted to see. We went to see the new Mt. Airy Casino Resort, but Neri was stopped for I.D. before we were able to enter. Then, we went to check out the indoor water park at Great Wolf Lodge, but discovered that you needed to be a guest at the hotel to use the facilities. The hotel and water park looked wonderful, but the vast lobby looked like a zoo with long lines of families sitting on their suitcases waiting to check in and children climbing on every available surface while they waited. Leaving there, we found ourselves passing The Crossings, a huge outlet mall, after just five minutes of driving. We decided to stop so that I could hunt for bathing suits, which Jess had remembered for the girls, but which I had forgotten for us. No luck with the bathing suits, but Saul got a great pair of waterproof leather boots at the Bass Outlet at 80% off. He got the boots, which had originally been around $150, for $35. We continued on to see the inviting indoor water park nearer to our house at the Galleria at Split Rock Lodge. The gift shop had reasonably priced bathing suits, but I decided to wait and see how the rest of the week would play out. Arriving back at the house, we began warming up the Shabbat dinner I had begun preparing and frozen, in parts, weeks ago—homemade challah, chicken soup, Israeli salad, kohlrabi coleslaw, sliced smoked turkey in giblet gravy, chestnut stuffing, butternut apple crisp, and the pareve cookies I had made with the girls. We lit our candles, opened a bottle of wine Ari had brought, and had a cozy and delightful dinner together. Then, we settled in to await the snowstorm that was expected. On Shabbat, we just hung out in the house all day, played with the girls, and ate, and ate. We had been snowed in once before for a few days up there, and I remembered it fondly, but evidently Alex did not remember it that way. He was also worried that the new person caring for their dogs might not be able to get to them in a storm. He announced that they would be leaving with Yona as soon as Shabbat was over. We were relieved when they called to say that they had arrived home safely and that the snow had just begun falling in the Baltimore area.

As it turned out, the snow did not begin falling in the Poconos until Sunday evening. We had a great breakfast that morning at a restaurant called “Piggy’s,” which was a little disconcerting to Neri and the girls as the pig is not a favored animal in their life, but the breakfast itself was completely pig-free. The restaurant and adjoining gift shop are adorned with every type of pig memorabilia one could possibly imagine, as well as a few items that were unimaginable. Our intention was to take the girls to the ski school at Jack Frost, as none of the rest of us wanted to ski. When we arrived there, none of us, including the girls, could stand even the half-block walk to the window in the bitterly cold wind. We would have had to wait two hours for the four-hour afternoon session to begin, and it would have cost $175 per girl for equipment, lessons, and lift tickets. Instead, Ari, Neri, Saul and I took the girls to see the movie “Gulliver’s Travels” in 3D in a town called Moosic. The movie was really awful, even though I usually (sort of) like Jack Black movies. The theater and the new shopping and housing complex that surrounded it were really a nice surprise in such an out-of-the-way place. As the snow began to fall, we stopped into a Wal-Mart for additional food supplies, a snow shovel, salt, and to check out the bathing suit situation. No bathing suits. I picked up a fresh vegetarian pizza which we ate for dinner that night. That evening, after dinner, we spent a few hours teaching the girls and Neri how to play poker with the new chips Ari had purchased—seven card stud, which is what the family has always played. We all really enjoyed the evening.

On Monday, we realized that the big snowstorm was not going to materialize for us. In an unlikely turn of events, the really heavy storm hit hard in areas east of us, like New York City, and caused a record-breaking accumulation there. By Monday afternoon, undecided about what to do next, how to allocate our expenses, and what effect the weather might have on our plans, we thrashed out a strategy to visit Niagara Falls. I had been wanting to take the girls there for a few years, and we thought it would be a memorable locale for Neri, who, coincidentally, is old enough to drink and visit the casinos there. Online, Ari discovered an off-season deal for the Sheraton overlooking the falls in a complex of connected buildings that boast, among other delights, a three-acre indoor water park. No further snow was expected for a few days and we decided to book it on Monday afternoon for Tuesday and Wednesday after checking to make sure that Jessica could overnight the girls’ passports to somewhere where we could retrieve them. The plan coalesced beautifully. For $23, Jess overnighted the passports Monday afternoon to the Fed Ex office in Kenmore, New York, just over the border from Canada. Ari and I immediately set out for home where we picked up Saul’s and my passports, several of our bathing suits, water shoes, and cover ups. It was serendipitous that we returned home when we did as the temperature in the house when we arrived was in the fifties and dropping. Something had gone wrong with our heater. We contacted our trusty heating guys, Renaissance, and arranged to have Beth let them in to fix it the following day, which they did. Ari and I were back in the Poconos in time to have dinner and pack. The girls were really excited as I helped them pack their suitcase for the journey. We all arose at 4:00 a.m. on Tuesday, packed the car (we really had to squeeze in the luggage as we had opened the third bank of seats) and were on the road by 5:30 a.m. The girls and Neri slept for most of the journey and we stopped at a Cracker Barrel for breakfast around 9:30 a.m., having traveled the better part of the 5 to 6-hour journey.
Tracking the passports on our iPhones, we knew that the passports had arrived at their destination by 10:00 a.m. as promised. Ari never goes anywhere without his passport, and Neri had brought his along also. We arrived at the Sheraton at 11:30 a.m. and one of our two adjoining rooms directly overlooking the falls was already awaiting our early check-in. The one package deal we had purchased gave four of us use of the water park from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. on Tuesday, and from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Wednesday. For an additional $20 per person, Ari and Neri were able to purchase the same admission as well. We changed into suits and the kids were on the water slides by 12:30. We settled into some lounge chairs on the quieter second level, showed the girls where to find us, warned them not to go out of the glass-enclosed space, asked them to check in with us from time-to-time, and let them go. There were many employees supervising the slides and pools for safety. Izzy climbed the three-stories-worth of stairs to the top of the water slides so many times that she complained hours later that her legs were aching. We were smugly satisfied that we had made the right decision about this vacation.

After showering and dressing, we headed off to a lavish buffet dinner, for which we had vouchers, in an elegant dining room overlooking the falls, which are lit at night with subtle, color-changing spotlights. We decided to have breakfast the next morning at the Rain Forest Café in the complex because there was a special, four-day opportunity to see Dora the Explorer and Diego. Rain Forest Café doesn’t ordinarily serve breakfast. The buffet breakfast was adequate and a bit pricey at $20, but it was a unique experience. On our way to the water park after breakfast, the girls posed with a giant Hershey’s Kiss character and decorated their own cookies at a Hershey’s-sponsored table. Our voucher’s that evening were $80 towards a very upscale, celebrity-chef-type restaurant which would not have been appropriate with two tired little girls. On the net, after an hour’s research, we located a well-liked, mid-priced, local restaurant, the Sandstone Grillhouse, only a few blocks away outside of the complex. We made reservations, bundled up, walked over, and had a lovely meal with friendly, attentive service and good local ambiance. Saul and Ari had the best, lightest gnocchi they had ever eaten, spinach gnocchi in a roasted red pepper chevre sauce, and they also shared a delicious pizza—caramelized onions, roasted garlic, goat cheese and mozzarella. I had the best fish and chips of my life—a whole, huge, flaky filet of haddock wrapped in a fluffy, crispy beer batter made with a premium Canadian beer, Alexander Keith’s, atop beautiful, crispy fries, and with a delicious, house-made tartar sauce and cole slaw. We shared a pitcher of Alexander Keith’s Pale Ale and the baked brie appetizer.

After we returned to the Fallsview complex, Ari and Neri used the vouchers we had received to take the girls to play arcade games and go on the indoor rides at the arcade, which would have been exorbitantly expensive without the vouchers, each ride costing about $7 per person. In the morning, we used vouchers for the hotel buffet breakfast in the beautiful room overlooking the falls. The breakfast was really a big hit and the girls were delighted to have omelets and waffles cooked to order for them. We loaded the car with our suitcases after breakfast, checked out with minimal delay, and headed about a mile down the road to the Horseshoe Falls for a tour. We opted to take the cheapest, shortest tour of the tunnels underneath the falls only, as we had a vague plan to tour the Corning Glass Museum on our way back if we had time. Izzy, who is usually intrepid, was a bit freaked out by the tunnels, especially the powerful roar of the cascading falls, so we did not spend a lot of time down there. Because of the frigid temperatures and ice, the lower outdoor viewing platform was not accessible, and Izzy was a bit disappointed by the fact that we did not get the raincoats about which I had told her. By noon, we were headed across the Rainbow Bridge back to the United States.

The official who had checked our passports on the way into Canada, had failed to mention that Neri would need a special paper document in his passport to return. When we handed over the passports on the way back, the official who reviewed them would not wait for Neri to retrieve the paper from his bag in the back of the car. Thus began an hour-and-a-half ordeal that was very educational, and a bit unpleasant for all of us. We were told to pull our car over to a parking spot and go up to the second floor of the immigration building. All of our passports were confiscated. We were told that we all needed to go upstairs even though only Neri’s passport was in question. Neri got the paper in question out of his bag when we got out of the car. When we got off of the elevator on the second floor, we found ourselves in a small waiting room, packed with a few dozen people of all ages and nationalities. After a brief time, we were able to find seats together on the hard metal benches. Names were being called and people were going through a door to meet with immigration officials. There was a small receptionist’s window to those offices with no receptionist. The girls, after Izzy initially showed great annoyance and asked a lot of questions, resigned themselves to the circumstances and we amused them as best we could with notepads, pens and crayons. No use of cell phones was allowed. As the time slowly passed, we started to get hungry, and I was sorry I had not thought to take our bag of drinks and snacks from the car. When our name was finally called, Ari went in with Neri and was out again in less than five minutes with our passports. The official was annoyed that he had had to take the time to check out Neri’s credentials when, clearly, we were in possession of the paper in question. He was annoyed at the other official who had pulled us out of line. The girls have added a new phrase to their vocabulary—“detained at the border.” Our encounter dashed our hopes of touring the Corning Museum, which closes at 5 p.m. We drove right past it on our way home at 4:40 p.m.

We allayed our hunger with snacks from our supplies in the car. We stopped to have dinner at a Red Lobster in Vestal, New York, but it was extremely crowded and we didn’t feel like waiting 40 minutes. A little further down the road, we happened upon a Chinese buffet that had sushi and we stopped for dinner. Saul questioned a woman going in with a child who said that they love to eat there. Unfortunately, it was a bad Chinese buffet. Luckily, none of us got sick.

Arriving back at our house in the Poconos on Thursday night, we all went to bed early in anticipation of the large amount of packing and cleaning that would be required the next morning. Originally, we had planned to stay in the Poconos for New Year’s Eve. Then, when Jess and Alex decided to stay home, we thought that we would celebrate back at home in the Philadelphia area and Ari and Neri would return the girls to Baltimore on Sunday after brunch. Then Neri heard that a group of his friends had arranged to be at a club in DC on New Year’s Eve. Ari got an invitation to watch Baltimore’s fireworks display from his friends Sam and Sarah’s home near the waterfront. Erica and Danny asked if they could use the Poconos house for New Year’s so that they could party with Danny’s nearby family. At the last minute, this is what we decided to do on New Year’s Eve: We packed our stuff in the morning, loaded the Pilot, and Saul left with Neri and the girls. Ari and I remained a little longer to finish cleaning the place, leaving shortly before Erica and Danny were due to arrive. About an hour before we reached the Baltimore area, we stopped for a late lunch/early dinner at yet another Cracker Barrel. Neri was amazed at the consistency of the chain which does not have a parallel in Israel. Saul then drove the girls home to Baltimore and waited for us. Ari, Neri, and I continued on to DC where Ari arranged tickets online for Neri to meet his friends at the club in DC. After resting for a while, around 8:30 p.m., Ari and I left for Baltimore where we all had a delicious Shabbat sushi dinner together prepared by Alex. Then, Ari left to join his friends for the fireworks and we watched t.v. waiting to ring in the new year. Izzy fell asleep shortly after dinner and was carried off to bed by Alex. Sami stayed awake, but we all were ready for bed after the ball dropped. Saul and I left immediately for DC. I was asleep by the time Ari returned, and at some point, he went out to pick up Neri, who had missed the last metro train of the evening.

In DC, we all did absolutely nothing on New Year’s day, sleeping late, eating leftovers from the Poconos and watching the movie “2012” which Ari had recorded on t.v. In the evening, we decided to meet Jessica at the Arundel Mills Egyptian Theater to see the most recent Harry Potter movie. Ari, Neri, Saul and I had a Mexican dinner at the nearby Chevy’s in the mall beforehand. I enjoyed the movie, although I had gone with trepidation after hearing about the graphic snake scene at the beginning. The description of the horror at the beginning of the book still haunts me, but, for a change, the scene itself was not as horrible to me as my own imagination. On Sunday, we went for dim sum at China Garden and, although we arrived at the right time, we were extremely disappointed with the selection. They had probably been mobbed the previous day and hadn’t had time to replenish their inventory. Back at Ari’s house, we began cleaning up, doing laundry, and packing up in preparation for our return home, the new work week for Ari, and Neri’s return flight to back to school. We didn’t feel like going out to dinner and Ari ordered in pizza from Papa John’s.

Ari left very early while we were still asleep on Monday morning to make sure that Neri had plenty of time to find his airplane at the large and confusing Dulles Airport. As it turned out, Neri called him several times from the airport for advice because his bags were five pounds overweight and he couldn’t stuff another thing into his carry on. I had forgotten about the weight restrictions two weeks earlier when I had bought him a shrink-wrapped double tower of solid white albacore tuna fish cans that he was craving at Costco. Ari advised him to lose the tuna, and reshuffle a few things into his carry on. He found an Ethiopian woman who was delighted beyond all reason to have the tower of tuna fish, and the check-in lady had pity on him and let him go through without charging him for the extra pound or two.

Saul and I had a number of things around the house that we wanted to help Ari finish before we headed for home, including installing dimmer switches in several places, breaking down large boxes and putting them out for the trash or storing them away in closets, cleaning up dead leaves on his outdoor plants, washing sheets and towels and remaking beds, finishing up the laundry, etc. etc. By the time we accomplished our to-do list and packed ourselves up to leave, it was almost time for Ari to return from work. We decided to have dinner together, stay one more night, and leave on Tuesday morning. We had dinner at Pho 14 in Columbia Heights. The next morning, Ari helped us with our suitcases before leaving for work, but was suffering from a cold which lasted several days. We had a really speedy ride home over I-95, which had very little traffic at the hours in which we were traveling. For a few days, I was overwhelmed with the amount of laundry that had piled up, including all the sheets and towels from all the beds and bathrooms at home, all the sheets and towels from all the beds and baths in the Poconos, and two weeks worth of our clothing. I finally got through it all after a few days and now we are about to embark on decision-making regarding renovations to our home. We have decided to wait at least another year before putting it on the market again, and, in the meantime, have begun discussing what and how we would like to update. Saul has decided to continue teaching until he is eligible for Medicare, which will be at least another year or two. Our grandchildren will be delighted that we have decided to stay for a while. They let us know, in no uncertain terms, how much they love our home and their summers here.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Two Great December Weekends in Baltimore/DC

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We had planned to spend the first two weekends of December in Baltimore/DC. The first weekend fell during Chanukah. Saul had a luncheon meeting at CHC on that first Friday, so we were not able to leave on Thursday afternoon as we usually do. I wrote the previous blog post at Saul’s office desk while he attended the meeting, and we left directly from school. Saul’s meeting took hours, and, as it turned out, taking the fast route over I-95, we arrived in Baltimore at sunset, at the exact same time that Ari arrived after work on Friday. We lit the Chanukah candles together on the family’s new chanukiah, which they had all participated in crafting. Sami and Izzy made some teeny tiny dolls that were to be added later, which Saul photographed before candle-lighting. My favorite is the baby with pacifier and teddy bear. We lit the Shabbat candles, and together, we helped put dinner on the table. As usual, dinner was ample and delicious. Prepared by Alex ahead of time, we had great soup, salad, warm challah, good wine, chicken, potato latkes (which I had made earlier and frozen) veggies, rice, and my leftover desserts, including the pumpkin pie we had forgotten on Thanksgiving, which we put into the warm oven, and which was so good that Ari and Jess said they would never eat pumpkin pie any other way. We left Ari’s car in Baltimore and went back to DC together.

During the weekend, we revisited China Garden for dim sum, previously the scene of a frustrating early-afternoon meal with our cousins, this time, arriving at 11:30 a.m. as our waiter suggested. The food and selection were exceptional on this particular weekend. We then stopped at Ari’s office nearby to drop off some cookie packages for his co-workers, and then had a very inconvenient time as Ari accidentally left his keys on his desk when we left. The security guard would not let him back into his office to retrieve them even though she had seen us enter and leave the building. We even needed to go through a security check with her so that she could enable our car to leave the parking garage. Luckily, we had keys to Ari’s house, and he had an extra key to his car in his briefcase at home. The panoramic views in the photos above were taken from Ari’s office window as they will be moving to a building on the other side of the river shortly.

We also had breakfast at the classic Capital City Diner that, at the cost of two years of battling with DC’s licensing red tape, came to fruition as the result of two men with a passion refusing to give up their dream. The place was so tiny, and so crowded, that we decided to sit at the counter just about two feet from the griddle where two Asian ladies were furiously at work turning out classic Southern breakfasts. The Trinidad neighborhood around the lot where the diner had finally come to rest was a bit sketchy, but we were encouraged by the class of people going in to eat. We were not disappointed, as the food was good and reasonable, and all the people working there were extremely personable and pleasant, even funny, despite the very close quarters in which they work. Afterward, Ari said that he felt that he had partaken of an authentic experience from the past that is not widely available anymore, and we were glad we had chosen to sit at the counter. I highly recommend the malted waffles and pancakes.

From there, we returned Ari’s Comcast boxes as, in desperation, he finally contracted for the same satellite dish services as Jessica. The lines to return the boxes were, surprisingly, incredibly long there—a final insult added to the injury of countless service calls which did not fix his problems. He is sorry he did not change over sooner, as he is now thrilled with the number of channels available through DirecTV and the new reliability of his wifi service from Clear. On this occasion, he was delighted to be with his old dad because there was a much shorter line available to senior citizens. On the way back home, we decided to stop and meander around DC’s aged Florida Avenue Market, a huge complex of dilapidated buildings, outdoor flea markets, hole-in-the-wall novelty and electronics stores, and loading docks akin to a combination of Philadelphia’s Reading Terminal and 9th Street Italian market areas. We didn’t buy anything, but Ari now knows where he can obtain all sorts of unusual foodstuffs, such as double-yolked eggs by the dozen, super jumbo eggs, whole fresh-caught fish of every type, and ethnic specialties of many nations. The complex is eventually due, like our Reading Terminal, to be refurbished and polished as a tourist destination. The girls had playmates over on Sunday, so we did not spend a lot of time with them on this particular weekend. After traveling back to Baltimore with Ari to pick up his car, we took the leisurely trip home on Route 1.

This past week marks the last full week of Saul’s department chairmanship at CHC. It was very full, but we managed to get in a few extra experiences, also despite the fact that the weather has turned suddenly frigid. At the beginning of the week, all I wanted to do was sleep. I guess the unexpectedly cold weather put me in hibernation mode. Saul and I went to Metropolitan Diner on Monday night for a light dinner of soup and sandwiches and were delighted with the delicious choices and price. We had been planning to get haircuts afterward, but both of us were exhausted early and went home to bed. On Tuesday, again, we only wanted to be out of the cold and under the nice warm down comforter. Wednesday was the last night of Chanukah, and I had forwarded an email that I had received to Ken about a Texas Hold’em tournament at Gimaro that evening. Randi was game, and we all decided to have dinner there on a Restaurant.com coupon and register for the complimentary poker game afterward. Beth joined us for dinner only as well. The deal is that a group called River Chasers gives you chips with which to play at no charge whatsoever. The winner of the tournament gets $100 in cash. The top five winners, based on points, have a chance to win a trip to the Borgata where they can win up to $10,000 in cash prizes. We could tell that there were a number of regulars at our table who follow the games around to various restaurants, but since it wasn’t costing us a cent to play, we were very relaxed about it. Randi lost all her chips fairly early. Saul, Ken and I played for about two hours before I lost everything on a pair of fives in the hole, and then Saul lost everything on a pair of aces in the hole. Ken played for an additional two hours after we left, with Randi nodding off by his side. Ken came in fifth, and the nice guy, Damian, who was sitting next to him at our table, came in second. About 50 to 60 players had started. When they registered their full names with the man from River Chasers who supervises and manages the tournaments (we had only exchanged first names at the table) the guy who was sitting next to him overheard his name and was flabbergasted. It turned out that Ken, who had never met him in person, had, through his employment agency, placed him in his engineering job alongside Andy, Ken’s son-in-law. He asked Ken if he could hug him, so grateful and happy was he with his job, and Ken obliged. Needless to say, it was a very pleasant evening which left all of us feeling good on various levels, although I can’t imagine having enough time or inclination to follow the games around to various restaurants. Saul and I lit the last Chanukah candles when we returned home, always a poignant time for us as we remember his father’s tear-stained face as we lit the last Chanukah candles he knew he would ever see. He died the next afternoon after having had two sets of bypass surgeries, over time, and eventually losing both legs to diabetes. He died after a long period of decline at home in bed. On Thursday evening, we went to TBI to say kaddish for him. I attended Faith’s class on Thursday morning, where we continued to study Maimonides and, this week, discuss his 13 attributes of faith.

On Friday morning, we had a date in small claims court where we are suing the company that improperly installed and serviced our very expensive, high efficiency, Lennox HVAC system back in 2006. It wasn’t until this past fall that our new guys discovered that the cause of many of our problems over the years was that a wrong part had been installed in the thermostat from the beginning. The hearing was frustrating and upsetting because the judge informed us that he only is willing to read the top page of the evidence that we were asked to submit and seemed to expect us to have every fact, figure, and date pertaining to the case available off the top of our heads. Our new heating guy, Josh, and his wife, Sheila, who had done us a favor by taking time away from their business to testify on the technical aspects, were as unprepared as we were, and were extremely upset at the implication by the owner of our previous HVAC company, that they were not nearly as competent as he. I hope the judge was able to read between the lines (at least) and understand the huge expense, aggravation, and inconvenience we have been put through over these last four years. If not, at least we were able to return some of the aggravation, inconvenience, and grief to the owner of the incompetent heating company. After the hearing, for which we were allotted one hour, we gave Josh and Sheila a cookie package, and headed out to Baltimore.

Stopping to get Izzy’s car seat from Jess, we continued on to pick up the girls from Waldorf at the end of their school day. They each, in turn, expressed great joy at seeing us there, very gratifying to both of us. This week, Jess made Shabbat dinner, as Alex in his professional capacity was asked, at the last minute, to be present for a dinner involving future bar and bat mitzvah parents at the synagogue. We had an early dinner, as Ari had to work late and could not make it to Baltimore. We had two of Alex’s pareve soups from the freezer, pumpkin black bean, and what Jess calls “bornisht,” cabbage borscht without meat. “Nisht” means “not” in Yiddish, and borsht is a type of Russian soup, so the name is a pun meaning “not the usual borscht with meat.” She baked pre-made, store-bought, challah dough that is a fund-raiser for the synagogue school, so we had warm challah and honey for our brachot. She made shell pasta with butter and parmesan, and kosher fake crab (surimi) salad with avocado which is one of Alex’s specialties. For dessert, we had warmed pumpkin pie that I had brought her a while ago from Costco, and which she had frozen. The pie did not seem to suffer from the freezing, as I had thought it would, and was delicious topped with ice cream and whipped cream. Again, as the timing worked out, we arrived at Ari’s house in DC at exactly the time as he did. Saul and I were up bright and early the next morning and back on our way to Baltimore to hear Sami read Torah in front of her class. Ari slept in. The class was delightful and her teacher, Abby, conducts a lively, informative, and interesting service. She asked Saul to do hagba at the end of the Torah service, and it is the only time in my life that I have ever seen him struggle to lift the Torah. It was one of the heaviest ones he has ever encountered, and unbalanced to boot, because most of the parchment is rolled around the left etz hayim (wooden roller around which the parchment is rolled) at this season of the year. In addition, the table on which it reposed was a regular table and about a foot lower than the usual platform on which it rests on the bimah. I touched the left etz hayim briefly when services were over and I don’t know how he was able to even budge it. After services, we had a light luncheon at the synagogue together in honor of their December birthday people. Saul and I then headed back to DC. After I took a nap on Saturday afternoon, Saul, Ari and I had a delicious and surprisingly reasonable Thai dinner at a restaurant that is new to us in Arlington, Sawatdee, and saw the movie, Red, at the nearby movie theater. Red, which has a lot of really big stars in it, like Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren, Richard Dreyfuss, Morgan Freeman, and John Malkovich is a far-fetched story about retired C.I.A. agents that is reminiscent of The Over-the-Hill Gang, and enjoyable in exactly the same suspend-disbelief way.

On Sunday, Saul and I were up by 6:30 a.m. to pack up and head out on a gloomy, rainy day to Baltimore once again to chaperone for Izzy’s Hebrew school class chartered bus trip to the Baltimore Science Museum. The program is designed specifically to address the lunar nature of the Jewish calendar, about which they have been learning. During the planetarium show, the calendar pages that included the Hebrew months of Cheshvan, Kislev, and Tevet were projected onto the ceiling with the various phases of the moon included and the pertinent holidays noted. Afterward, the children were ushered to a room where they constructed movable paper sundials. The adults, in a separate room, had a discussion of Rosh Chodesh, led by Sami’s teacher, Abby. Each parent was given a beautiful color certificate with their child’s name in Hebrew and their individual birth date, both on the Gregorian and on the Hebrew calendar. Sami had an after-Hebrew-school program on Sunday, so Jess, Izzy, Saul and I had lunch together at Panera, while Alex took a napping Yona home so that he could watch a football game. Eventually, we were on the road again, racking up the miles in the murky, cold rain to return home. But both weekends were delightful and definitely worth the trip. Thanks to the Prius, the trips are much less expensive than in the Pilot. I just wish we lived closer, but at least both kids are within a few hours driving distance on the East Coast.

Friday, December 3, 2010

November Cookies and Thanksgiving

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The girls’ Waldorf school had a bunch of scheduled Friday closings in November. While I stayed at home and baked cookies… literally, Saul left from school and met Jessica halfway to Baltimore to transfer all three girls to his car so that we could enjoy them for the weekend before Thanksgiving. This weekend was going to be Yona’s first weekend away from both parents. The older girls had requested to spend time baking and decorating cookies and since Chanukah came very early this year, in fact, right after Thanksgiving, I was delighted to be able to honor their request. In addition to baking a hundred gingerbread teddy bears, I cut out and glazed with white royal icing about eight dozen Chanukah-shaped cookies the previous weekend. The icing took several days to dry and was just about ready when they came to draw on the cookies with food-color markers. I also made several dozen lemon logs which needed to be dipped at the ends in chocolate and sprinkles. They loved doing that.

Larry was ill with a stomach bug on Friday, and only Beth joined us for dinner. We went shopping on Friday at Costco and Trader Joe’s and I bought a big turkey breast and made it chicken paprikash-style on top of of the black and white rice that the girls love. On our way out of Costco, after lunching on pizza there and then shopping, we bumped into George and Roxy having lunch. On the way back from Trader Joe’s, while we were caught in a traffic jam caused by the extensive construction of the Route 202 Bypass, we waved to them going in the opposite direction home on Route 63. Trader Joe’s had Brussels sprouts on the stalk and I bought one and let the girls pluck them off to make maple-glazed sprouts with chestnuts. They liked the sprouts, but not the chestnuts. We had a salad of deep red and green baby lettuce with raspberry-walnut dressing, and homemade chicken soup and challah from the freezer. For dessert, we had fresh strawberries dipped in individual ramekins of melted chocolate. Yona absolutely adores strawberries and by the end of breakfast on Saturday morning, we had eaten a whole quart.

Yona was an angel the entire weekend. On Thursday evening, when it was time for bed, I sat with her in a big easy chair in front of Sprout’s Good Night Show. She settled in and drank water, rather than milk, without complaint, from a sippy cup because she was teething and had been somewhat congested. She yelled and complained, not really crying, when I put her finally in her crib, but this only lasted about 5 minutes. When I looked in on her 10 minutes later, she was sound asleep. We monitored her room all night, and she had two coughing jags, but each time, she went right back to sleep afterward. The girls all got up between six and seven a.m. during the weekend, but that is normal for them. On Friday evening after Shabbat dinner, I gave Yona a bath. I have never seen a child so ecstatic to be in a bathtub full of water. I had to empty the tub in order to be able to get her out without a full temper tantrum. Then Izzy took a bath and was equally as delighted. Beth had invited Sami to use her big Jacuzzi tub on Saturday.

Erica dropped off Brenna early in the morning to decorate cookies. After a few hours, Saul took Izzy with him to take roll at Team Children, while Brenna and Sami went next door to Beth to play in the Jacuzzi together and Yona took a nap. Izzy loved Team Children and Saul promised he would take her there again so that she can learn how to take apart a computer and learn about the various components inside.

The girls were so contented with their weekend that they didn’t even want to go out on Saturday night. They preferred to eat leftovers from the previous days and climb into bed to watch a movie. On Sunday, we arranged to meet Jessica to send the girls back home at Simon Pearce, a glass-blowing studio, restaurant, and gift shop. I waited with napping Yona in the car while Saul took the girls inside to watch the glassblowers. They were fascinated and had many questions as they watched. When Jess arrived she met us in the extensive gift shop upstairs, but even a glass icicle was $65.00. At the entrance, two vendors were giving out samples of local goat cheese aged in sycamore leaves and Irish Victory cake. Both were so delicious that we bought small quantities to take home.

Our work week was blessedly short—only Monday and Tuesday. On Monday, I made pareve apricot baklava to carry out the theme of Alex’s Turkish Thanksgiving dinner. Then I made a carob sheet cake for Neri’s 19th birthday on Thanksgiving day. When Ari had spent his junior high school year on Kibbutz Beit HaShita in Israel, Neri had been a three-year-old little brother to him. Each American student was assigned an Israeli family on the kibbutz and Ari has stayed in touch with his all these years, visiting every few years when he had the chance. Neri is in the United States this year for his senior year of high school on a basketball scholarship. Ari flew him in for the week to join us from North Carolina during his Thanksgiving break.

While Saul was teaching on Tuesday, I packed and then baked two pareve pistachio-praline pumpkin pies, one for us, and one for my friend Faith’s family’s Thanksgiving dinner. Believe it or not, with all the excitement, none of us remembered to serve our pumpkin pie the entire Thanksgiving holiday. When I checked my email on Monday morning, I saw one from Faith, and suddenly remembered that the pie was still in a second refrigerator at Jess and Alex’s house. :o( Saul arrived early from school and packed up the hot pies in stapled, brown paper bags. As Faith was leaving with her pie in our friend, Lyn’s car, Elaine, Alex’s mother arrived with her new Shih Tzu puppy, Shana, for the ride down to Baltimore for Thanksgiving. Shana rested nicely in her perched little basket in the back seat and we had a very pleasant trip down, introducing Elaine to the delicious fries at our favorite Royal Farms gas station on the long, but scenic Route 1. Both of them napped for a while as well. When we arrived in Baltimore, we packed up the family, except for Alex who had a great quantity of work to finish before the holiday, and went to have dinner at Sushi Ya in Owings Mills, the girls’ favorite restaurant at home. Saul and I continued on to DC after dinner. Ari had arranged special seats for himself and Neri at a basketball game in DC where, coincidentally, DC was playing Philadelphia. It turned out to be a very exciting, historic game which was settled in a second overtime by one point in the last few seconds, unfortunately in DC’s favor. But at least the hometown fans were wildly happy! Saul and I watched the last half hour of the game on television at Ari’s house and waited for them to return home.

On Wednesday, Ari took Neri with him to work so that Neri could spend the morning working out in the gym available in Ari’s building. After getting some work done at Ari’s house and having a light bite to eat, we picked Neri up after lunch. On the way back, we passed the National Zoo, and discovered that Ari had not taken him there yet and that he was anxious to see it. The weather was perfect for a zoo visit and it was not particularly crowded the day before Thanksgiving. Neri had never seen a live tiger before, and both tiger and lion obliged us in their outdoor digs by roaring so loudly that the trees shook and the walls reverberated. We especially enjoyed an exhibit of underwater animals, including luminescent tanks of jellyfish and unusual lobsters and crabs that I had missed on my earlier trips with the girls. The panda was not sleeping for a change on this visit and was stripping and eating huge branches of bamboo while reclining on his back on some rocks indoors—fascinating to watch. On the usually short way back, we encountered so much traffic leaving DC for the holiday weekend that we grew hungry while waiting to inch forward and stopped en route for shawarma and baklava at a Middle Eastern restaurant we were passing in Adams Morgan.

That evening, when Ari came home from work, we took Neri for a tour of the DC monuments at night. We visited The White House, the Roosevelt Memorial, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, the Korean War Veterans Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial. It was a beautiful, somewhat chilly, moonlit evening and a really memorable way to experience the monuments. In his college days at GW, Ari used to give tours to visiting groups of students on a program called Panim el Panim (Face to Face). We finished by treating Neri to a big, classic American New York strip steak at Ray’s The Steaks in Arlington. Ari and I, with a little help from Saul, polished off a bottle of a cabernet sauvignon called Layer Cake, which marked the first time, outside of Paris, that I had a large quantity of wine without suffering from a painful sulfite reaction. I will be sure to look for this wine again.

Early on Thanksgiving morning, Neri’s birthday, we drove to a wonderful classic diner called Metro 29, so that Neri could experience a big American breakfast. We had been trying to describe a diner to him, but there really is no Israeli equivalent. We not only had a wonderful breakfast, but the staff brought out a huge slice of really rich chocolate cake with a candle and sang happy birthday to him, pronouncing his name perfectly. They didn’t charge us for the cake which the three of us could not finish, so we took it home. We hung around the house for the afternoon, watching television until it was time to leave for Baltimore. I can’t spend too many hours at Jess and Alex’s because of my allergies to the dogs. Again this year, Alex outdid himself, producing so many great dishes that we ate ourselves sick trying to sample them all both Thursday and Friday evenings. To name a few, there were three different soups, tomato and red lentil, chicken soup with matzoh balls, and turkey noodle soup. He made turkey kibbee, and turkey-stuffed fillo pastries in addition to plain old sliced turkey. There were numerous salads and relishes—stuffed grape leaves, Israeli salad, lettuce and red cabbage with avocado and mango, baked beets and pickled beets, homemade skhug; for sides: mashed Yukon Gold potatoes, baked sweet potatoes, rice, roasted vegetables with dipping sauce, lavash, and home-cured olives of which Izzy was especially proud. The table decorations were made by the girls at school, including the hand-dipped candles by Izzy and the wood-carved candle holder by Sami. Our friend Larry, who joined us on Thursday, brought an assortment of bottles of upscale and flavored beer. On Thursday, Jess adorned the pareve carob cake that I had made with candies spelling out Neri’s name in Hebrew. Once again, we lit candles and sang “Yom Hooledet Same’ach” to Neri. I suppose it was no wonder that we forgot the pumpkin pie.

On Friday morning we ate breakfast at Ari’s and I made Hawaiian taro pancakes in addition to toasted bagels and cream cheese (unlike the fresh cheeses in Israel), which Neri loved. Then Saul, Ari, Neri, Larry and I visited the amazing Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum near Dulles airport. After that, we drove directly to the Egyptian Theater in Arundel Mills where Jessica met us with Sami and Izzy to finally see Megamind in 3D together. Neri was wowed by the 3D effect as a previous 3D movie he had seen in Israel had not provided the right kind of polarized glasses for proper viewing. The movie was predictable, but fun. For Shabbat dinner after that, we were joined by Alex’s sister Naomi and her husband Matt, and Alex’s brother Aaron and his wife, Stacy and their three children. There were four dogs present that evening—Zeek and Inky, Casey, Naomi’s dog, and little Shana. I couldn’t linger long after dinner.

Larry headed for home the next morning and we took Neri for his first experience with dim sum at Hollywood East Café. He is a pretty adventurous eater and was willing to try dumplings that I am pretty sure were completely alien to his experience. He really liked the custard-filled “carrots” the best, I think, because they reminded him of American donuts for which he has developed a weakness. Learning this, we stopped in Columbia Heights that evening for an assorted box of Dunkin’ Donuts. I had not had them for years and was gravely disappointed with them compared to how they tasted years ago, but Neri seemed happy. We spent a good deal of time shopping for the right basketball sneakers for Neri. We finally found them at Modell’s. Neri had bought a basketball jersey at Modell’s at Arundel Mills and had asked Ari about the unusual tags in the store. He didn’t believe Ari when Ari told him that they are exploding ink packs that ruin the shirt if they are shop-lifted. Unfortunately, even though he paid for the shirt and had the receipt, he found out first-hand about the ink packs because the salesperson had neglected to remove it when he purchased it and he discovered the damage when we arrived home that evening. He used the credit from the shirt towards the purchase of the sneakers. We took him for Vietnamese pho in Columbia Heights that night for dinner. Ari used Google maps on his iPhone to show Neri the location of Vietnam on the world map. He didn’t have pho, but really enjoyed the noodle dish he ordered and ate every bit of it.

Saul and I were on our way to Baltimore on Sunday bright and early so that we could all have brunch together and get on the road back early enough so that Elaine would not have to make the hour-long drive back to Cranberry from our house in the dark. After a half-hour wait at a crowded, but wonderful, restaurant called First Watch, near Jess and Alex’s home, we had our delicious brunch together and got on the road a short time later. Elaine had picked up a terrible sore throat, congestion and fever over the weekend and we felt really awful that she was going to have to make her hour-long drive feeling that way and, as it turned out, in the dark because the dark fell so early that night. Thankfully, she made it home okay with Shana and was on antibiotics the next day.

I spent most of the past week baking cookies for our family cookie extravaganza, which took place last night. On Tuesday, Adele and I met Roxy at Blue Sage for lunch and we celebrated Adele’s birthday, which actually was on Monday. I was so pleased to be able to find the chocolate oranges at Trader Joe’s just recently that I used to always buy for Roxy on her birthday, and I gave a milk chocolate one to Roxy as a belated birthday gift, and a dark chocolate one to Adele for her birthday. On Wednesday and Thursday, Adele joined me, and we made some of the fancier cookies together. We had an incredibly delicious lunch at the Metropolitan Diner on Thursday before the family arrived, and Saul joined us for lunch about halfway through on his way home from school. Ken brought pizzas later that evening and the cookie wrapping went very smoothly. We were also joined by Randi, Larry, our friend, Larry, and Beth.

Saul had a long executive board meeting at school this morning, so I am writing this blog entry from his desk as we wait to leave for another weekend in Baltimore/DC.