Stolen Days…

I stole today – and then couldn’t decide what to do with it. I could have, maybe should have, gone to a military ceremony for Lauren’s cousin. I want to be there – to see B. get his beret. In the end, I decided to stay home and begin preparations for Shabbat.

It’s an amazing concept – no matter how much time you spend preparing for Shabbat – there is always more to do…up until the moment you go take a shower and then light the candles. But, hope lives eternal and so sometimes, I try to beat the race and begin preparing on Thursday.

It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t – other things will pop up to fill the time but here I go. The house is filled with the smells of chicken cooking; I’m making my cucumber salad now, and a few cakes. I’ve got laundry washing, dishes washing, and even some noodles for Aliza’s lunch on the stove.

I wish I could steal a day to write, to set up that website I’ve been planning – but that’ll wait. I’m always running for business or for errands. It’s nice to have a day to focus more on the house. So, a short while ago, Elie and Lauren drove off to the ceremony without  me.

I’m hoping B. will be out for Shabbat and join us. So – I’ll let you know how this “revolutionary” idea goes – preparing on Thursday, what a concept.

And yes, I know that many of my friends do it and it is so smart…but when you work full time, most often, you convince yourself that you’re better off coming at the day fresh. I guess I’ll find out, but I have to admit, I love stealing Thursdays!

1 Comment on Stolen Days…

  1. Haifa’s a bit far for you, I’m sure. But in Haifa you could get your hands on Dough Conditioner.

    I understand that some tzfonbon-nikkim would say that it’s not “natural”.

    Well, you already jumped that fence when you started mixing yeast with dessicated wheat-plant embryos. Otherwise known as “flour”.

    I know for a fact that it was the early-1970’s when a nice young Californian shiksa volunteer introduced the kibbutznikkim of Ramat David to Chocolate Chip Cookies. They had never seen them before. She had had to ride into Haifa to find a bakery-supplier who stocked chocolate chips.

    The new kind of baked goods met with an approving reception.

    Nowadays of course, there’s more sabras from that Valley living in California than there are Californians in the Valley. You can raise your children from toddlerhood to elementary-school graduation in
    Israeli Hebrew schools in California now. And put them all the way through Israeli Tzofim as well. Ready to report to the Lishkat Giyus. Which does happen quite regularly.

    And why not? If English & French could spread throughout the world, so can Hebrew.

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