Challahpalooza
Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur were celebrated with the microcosm of Jews we could round up, which included Marci, Ben, myself and Dr. Don who acted as Rabbi. For Tishlich, we wrote our sins on a piece of paper and tossed them into the mixed paper reycling bin. We thought this appropot for our location.
And Nick the baker made challah!
And I have successfully managed to have a number of the galley staff greet me with, “Shalom, my sister!”
Happy New Year to my Jewish friends and loved ones.
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11:57:17
Bleeding ears huh? I thought bleeding knuckles in dry Colorado winters was bad. Guess not.
Buried food huh? Maybe in today’s economy you’re sitting on a gold mine. Chiseling onions huh? At least you don’t have to cry cutting them, but you might cry after you BANG THE CRAP OUT OF THE TABLE OR CONCRETE FLOOR to feed the masses, who don’t know what they’ll be eating…if anything that night!!!!
Beer can burner huh? Now that sounds interesting.
Falling into crevasse’s and Penguin poop huh?
Where do I sign up for this?
Love ya Sis.
BTW, it was 57F last night…Brrrrrrrrrrr…..
Hi Linda! It’s your cousin-in-law Andrew here. Just wanted to tell that your blog rocks. I have been enjoying it tremendously. And if the U.S. economy gets any worse, maybe we will all have to move down to McMurdo so we can live in a communitarian utopia party town.
I hope you are doing well, and that you have made arrangements for an absentee ballot, in case Florida has any plans to mess up the Presidential election this year (hopefully it will not be that close).
AAR