No time to even pause and take a breath this week. Thankfully, I’ve discovered the joys of Tesco’s grocery shopping on line and delivered right to your door.
Since I haven’t done anything especially Jeano-ish lately, (read: really stupid), I’ll share one.
I had a dentist’s appointment, but just for a cleaning; fortunately, no nasty infections or anything. It was positively humiliating, however, to have to have a lesson in Teethbrushing 101 with some Hygienist who’s, like, 20 years old.
I pulled out the tried and true ‘But I’m handicapped’ excuse, but she brushed that aside. (Hey! I made a toothbrush joke.) I had to practice with my Oral B Dual Action Five Speed in front of a mirror while she critiqued my technique.
A few days later, I was digging around in my pocketbook, probably for one of my phones which always end up on the bottom under the Mack Truck or the microwave. At least it’s congested enough in there to be toting one of the two.
Anyway, I yanked my hand out quickly when my fingers walked through some white goo. “Eew!” I thought. “Did somebody barf or much worse in my Louis?”
Not very likely, I reassured myself, since I took an ex-friend’s advice and started socializing with a better class of people. I mean I never go to revolting pubs anymore or hang with people who get sloshed as a hobby.
Nope, the chirpy hygienist had given me some sample mini tubes of toothpaste as a reward for learning how to brush my teeth. I tossed them in my purse and, naturally, forgot all about them. I guess the Mack Truck ran over one of them; it split open. At least both mobiles (and the Mack Truck) are clean, shiny and minty fresh now.
Otherwise, it was just stuff- the usual stuff. I arranged, with the shul’s Caring Team, for the senior centres in Elmbridge to have a ‘school tour’ of the synagogue, modified for a slightly more ‘mature’ audience, followed by a lavish tea. I didn’t actually bake anything; I was put in charge of beverages.
Jackie gave a fantastic talk on Judaism and it’s history. As an illustration, she talked about the tribes, explaining ‘Cohenims’ as the priests and their role.
My seniors from Weybridge were suitably impressed. One of them commented to me the next morning during my Tea Lady duty, “I didn’t realize you were a High Priestess, Jeano. I should be making you tea.“
Weybridge Centre hosted a Link Meeting for all the Social Committees, there was a Gauguin lecture in aid of Sam Beare to coincide with an exhibit opening in London this week, and Film Club. The movie was ‘A Serious Man’, the Coen Brothers’ hysterically funny but poignant homage to growing up Jewish in the Midwest in the ‘60s. And, of course, meetings, meetings, meetings.
Carol, my Buy Design partner and I, have formed a collaboration with the relative of a friend from shul in Hampshire. It may prove very lucrative. I have a new client, too; again, someone from shul whom I’m going to be working with on marketing. So you’ll probably start reading about KPeter, in addition to JDavid.
There was an Editorial Board meeting for Haderech, the syn newsletter, and I’ve been given my own column, but it probably won’t start until after the Thanksgiving Dinner, which is rapidly approaching. Somehow I’d been assigned three articles to write for this month’s issue, which I’d forgotten about. That wasn’t fun.
If all that sounded too philanthropic, there was also Tom Tuesday, and lunches, dinners, and coffees in a strictly social capacity too. And shopping. I’m still decorating the Lounge. Tanya, my cleaning lady, was blown away when she came to clean on Friday. She rang to tell me; I was at JDavid’s working.
Saturday, 30 October is Jerry’s yartzeit. I have a double aliyah! I’m reading the Study Passage and doing the Haftorah. This anniversary is particularly meaningful to me, so I want it to be absolutely perfect: meaning chanting the Haftorah blessings in Hebrew. I downloaded them to my mp3 player and I’m reciting them whenever I have a spare minute. I got very nostalgic remembering Boo and me searching for the synagogue the first time I was in England so I could buy yartzeit candles. I’ve come a long way, baby!
I did have one of those pesky 3:00 AM visits from himself; something about was it really necessary to buy new clothes for the occasion. “You bought a new outfit? For my yartzeit? Did you really need it? How much did it cost?” Personally, I thought he over-reacted, and I will look absolutely stunning on the bimah.
Which reminds me. Some other news. I’m going to Israel for Christmas this year. Well, I’m actually leaving on Boxing Day, as I’m doing my usual thing on Christmas Day volunteering at the Salvation Army in Addlestone followed by dinner at American friends’.
I’ll be staying with friends on the beach in Tel Aviv, and there are several parties and New Year’s Dos already planned. I work really hard. I think I deserve a vacation. I’ll let you know what Jerry thinks.