Yes, another dry spell with nary a blog to read.
I’m only doing this one because I heard, from cousin GerryP, that Blood Relative and License to Injure Slightly were worried about me because there hasn’t been any exciting entries lately.
In that convo, my cousin demanded “Tell me all the news about The Wedding!” I was confused. “What wedding?” I asked. “’What wedding’? William and Kate.” I had to cogitate for just a minute ‘cause I didn’t think I had any friends named William or Kate, but, hey, who knows? “Oh, yeah. That wedding. It’s a bank holiday here so everybody’s off.” To head off her gushing, I cannily changed the subject. “I read The Dog Murderer is starting in the Pro Bowl. How impressive is that?” And we got into a discussion that was at least interesting.
I’m fine; just busy. And I hate WordPress; it’s not Jeano-friendly. In fact, it’s positively hostile and keeps losing my personal settings. It assigned me a password of it’s choosing: %2v>KYJELLY>&*$@wibg. Okay, let’s see you sign in with that. I have trouble with the four digit code at the cash machine.
After my week in Eretz Israel, it was back to my dashing, dashing, dashing. Israel Group, Haderach, Senior Centre committee, Sam Beare Fund Raising Team, BuyDesign, and, of course, JDavid. I did squeeze in a few lunches, dinners and coffees, too. And shul. Plus a Singles Do with Adriana.
Not much to report on that. Scanning the men present, I inquired just to hear my own voice, I think, “Which one do you think is the Jewish dermatologist of my dreams? The one with all the tattoos or the one with, like, four teeth?” I think you get the picture.
I got to Film Club, however; it’s too stimulating to skip. It was an Israeli film called ‘Ajami’. I highly recommend it, unless you are even a smidge depressed, in which case you will want to go home and hang yourself in the shower after it. What was really cool was that I’d actually been in Ajami when I was in Tel Aviv. It’s a neighborhood; kind of like 8th & Butler if you’re a Philadelphian. Fortunately, I did not get shot, stabbed, or stomped to death like everybody in the goddamned film. Did I spoil it for you?
But I also saw ‘Watermarks’, a documentary about a Jewish swim club in Vienna pre and post-anschluss, the annexation of Austria into the Third Reich. It was a beautiful film.
I chaired another Do for Sam Beare (I know; I’m still not real good at that ‘N-O’ word). It was an Evening With a Famous Mystery Author. No shit. Her name is Meg Gardiner. Stephen King is a huge fan. You can buy her books at Amazon or at your local Sam Beare Hospice Bookshop (if you live in Horsell or Weybridge.)
Or you can get them from me. I have all of them and have yet to finish one. I hate them. I find myself thinking “I wish somebody would shoot, stab or stomp to death every single character in this book.”
This week is the Holocaust Observance Memorial at Christ Prince of Peace. It’s on Thursday night. I got talked into taking part. I’m reading Psalm 132. In English. Another person from shul is reading Psalm 142 in Hebrew. Big Whoopee for her.
There’s a Sam Beare Do on Friday night, a party on Saturday night and then, next week is My Anniversary! Three years ago I slinked back into the UK on my magical Passaporti Italiano. Where did three whole years go? BooBoo is planning some sort of celebration, but she won’t tell me what exactly.
I was talking to my friend Georgia in Cleveland the other night and we reminisced about the phone call from Stuart while I was visiting her for Thanksgiving to say my citizenship papers had arrived. I am off to Cleveland in June for a wedding, plus Eric’s graduation from high school in Philly.
And because I miss Princie, I’m doing a quick trip to the City of Brotherly Love in early March. Just for ten days; I couldn’t manage a longer stay because of my commitments here. Of course, my social calendar while I’m there is already filled up. But I will find the time to shop.
Ending on a positive note, I have some thrilling news! Mazel Tov to me and everybody else who has Sky TV. We’re getting a new channel on February 1. It’s called Sky Atlantic. Apparently it’s every program HBO has ever shown, including the Sopranos, Big Love, Six Feet Under and more. It is a welcome relief to know that I never have to watch ‘Udder Disease in Shropshire Cows’ again for the 35th time on BBC1.