Have you ever noticed that it is really hard to make food for a break the fast while you are hungry and killing time between the Torah Service and Minha?
Everyone did wel, considering. It is not my favorite day of the year, and leaves me both physically and emotionally wiped.
Perhaps I will have more energy tomorrow?
The sun is going down, it is quite. Both Shabbat and the start of Yom Kippur.
Repeated three times, for self, family and community. Sound level rising each time, the pain of the cry of Kol Nidre as we ask beg forgiveness for the future.
Tel Aviv and Jaffa – new buildings and old. Arches leading to doors leading to somewhere that has far outlasted those who built.
A good fast
The standard joke in many military headquarters is that you can tell who is on leave – they are at work in civilian clothes.
I am going to see if I can avoid this phenomena and just manage by doing remote email.
Although – when I look at my studio –
perhaps I would rather be at work.
So instead, I take breaks to ply some singles
and run errands to avoid the mess!
More importantly than doing my presentation today, or finishing up our conference. was buzzing back over to the office in the middle of the day. You see, I am planning on using up a few more days of leave. And to do that, it always helps to have the paperwork in ahead of time.
There are several of us in the same situation – more than 60 days of leave on the books – and the clock resetting to 60 days on the first of Oct. Plus, I have an AF Resident coming in at the beginning of Oct. It would be really nice to have everything planned ahead of time so that I can keep him fully and gainfully employed while he is here. Especially, as it turns out, since I have a couple of TDYs now scheduled.
Anyway – we finished up the program and got people on the road punctually. After leaving home at 0600 for a second day in a row, I am glad to be heading home today close to on time. The dog has been having the lonelies during the day, manifest in paper shredding.
This was the first day of our 3rd annual AI/PI conference. A attendees have been here in previous years, and I think they are bored. After talking to several, they had not been sure that they needed to come, but their commanders sent them. Ah, what wonderful confusion (one more thing on my list for the AAR) since this is not truly an annual conference, but rather a training course for newly appointed public health emergency officers.
The day went well, with all speakers finishing up on time or early. Something that was appreciated by all of us.
Particularly me, since my commuting time has increased by a good 20 minutes each way as a result of road construction. 125 km is not that far, as long as it is at Autobahn speeds – 140km+/hr. When I am at the point that well over half (no, I am not kidding) of the journey is being made through construction zones posted 80 km with a stretch of the old mountains being 100km/hr – it takes a while to get either to work or home. If the Politzei were not peppering the route with portable speed cameras that they are relocating on a daily basis….. The positive side effect is that a tank of diesel lasts a lot longer when driving at slower speeds.
I was cleaning up, and found some yarn I had put aside from Wolle-Lust. Aren’t those great sheep? Her shop is here. I think these are some great color combinations in her handdyed of sockwolle. I refuse to think about how much total sock yarn I have on hand at the moment. That is why I am spinning.
But I have these which are going to make bright and cheerful socks one of these days.
I thought this was a day of a lot of meetings. Turned out they all had been canceled or put off. So instead I spent the day polishing up a lecture that I am giving on Wednesday.
In case you are wondering why I am so far ahead of the curve, it has to do with the admin person for the course wanting to burn off the CDs this afternoon. Additionally, since we can’t use thumb drives anymore, it is not like I can take it with me. In fact, as it turned out, I could not email it over either. I wound up having to post the stupid thing on the shared document file space so that Beth could pull it. Then I found out that any one can post things. But once they are there, only certain people can kill them. That special, secret membership does not include the person who loaded the file in the first place.
Another improvement for computer safety and productivity. I just love “Data At Rest” new procedures.
At least Book Crossing is not on the banned site list, leaving me able to log in another half-dozen books before dropping them on the library swap shelves.
I also returned Hit Parade and picked up Hit List (Lawrence Block). After listening to part of a Anna Quindlen and being bored out of my head (I find nothing interesting about rich people in New York and could not get past the first chapter. This might be a good book, but I need something more than characters who are so wrapped up in sibling issues and their own angst that they do not see others. But these two were just boring. I was surprised to see Elizabeth Berg and Anne Tyler suggested as similar writers. Both of them write interesting novels about relationships and real people, not plastic mannequins.
Finished up an old Iris Johanson from the old Loveswept Series- An Unexpected Song that was in the library on CD. Just the right thing for spinning: reasonably clear plot line while not too complicated. Which meant no need to pause for this and that.
And it is the second bobbin.
Remember it is Azur Sky. Certainly looks purple to me!
Surely I have mentioned before how quiet the house in on Sunday evening? After a day of various errands, pushing to get the kitchen cleaned up, stopping at the library, I dropped the three off at the train station shortly before 1900.
There is almost a train an hour that runs between Heidelberg and Stuttgart. Last year, usually in the winter, they elected to catch the 17xx train in order to arrive before it was too dark and freezing cold. Since the light is still holding out in the evenings, usually it is the 18xx that is the most appealing.
Tonight they did not want to hurry and took the 1914. Why am I mentioning all of this? Well, it wasn’t the packing that delayed them, more like the fact that we actually sat down for dinner together, followed by a test run of the green nothing foam desert. The vote was decent from two of us, ok but I won’t do it again from a third, and the fourth was sure she had been tricked because she ate it before finding out that it contained something that was on her “I never eat that” list.
George is stateside, starting and ending in New York City with a detour to Rochester in the middle.
The kids and I were able to empty out, clean and reset up one set of shelves in the studio today.
Audio Books & Books
Finished up Hit Parade by Lawrence Block, which certainly is a different sort of story and started one of the Stone Barrington series by Stuart Woods on the car CD.
In hardback, I picked up the Saturday Wife by Naomi Ragen, Absolute Fear by Lisa Jackson, and The Penguin Who Knew Too Much by Donna Andrews. Quite a range of material I think. In Audio – two different books by Alexander McCall Smith.
Completed the first bobbin of singles (that Crown Mountain Farms corriedale pencil roving in Azure Sky) and have started the second. Since I have 2 8oz batches, this is not going to be an overnight project.
no knitting, but am thinking about it…..
The Fall Annual Ramstein Bazar started today. Or maybe it was yesterday, but certainly the gates were open at 1000 this morning.
Last fall, we had dropped by the similar one run in Heidelberg and found some really nice kitchen treasures. I had mentioned it earlier this week and the oldest teen had been interested. Enough to even be willing to get up on a Saturday morning.
Vendors were packed into two huge hangers and a triple size fest tent. We spent a number of hours cruising around, looking at all the booths and buying very little.
I did find some really nice earrings which were easier to photo hanging on some yarn that from my ears.
And a really cute hedgehog that, for half-price, needed to be in my collection.
But the best find of the day was at the end, in one of the regular shops. I present – The Spinner –
Who I think is just great. Since I have no use for holiday ornaments – she is going to have an existence as a fob on my wheel’s distaff to keep me company.
This morning I had started some new roving – pencil corriedale from Crown Mountain Farms.
And it spins like a dream to a fine singles –
Hidden Moon by Lori Handelman, picked up and finished today. I like the series, but use of her werewolf theme seemed awfully contrived. Too much supernatural thrown in from all directions and not enough tied well enough together. The bad guys were barely developed before they got to be dead victims.
Finally had a chance to hear the last cassette of Dream House, by Rochelle Krich. Her other Molly Blume’s are better. OTOH, after having spent time in LA summer of 2006, it made following the story through the various neighborhoods much easier.
It was back to work today – in time to take the test for credit for the MEIR course (nothing like missing all of yesterday’s lectures). The lecturers for the course were good (defined as knowledgeable, entertaining and willing to give me a certificate based on the few hours that I attended along with passing the exam. Lets get real, the course is required and it would be really painful to have to do it again). Especially since not much has changed on the planning and occ med front in years, lots of years.
I am finished with this –
placed in the middle of the chaos that is my studio table to give me encouragement. It is a bit more pink than I originally had thought.
Other than that, the planning meeting for Yom Kippur that we held after services and Oneg tonight has us pretty well organized for next Friday/Saturday. We have patched together the Torah readings, but won’t be using the actual scroll – since reading without vowels (and with the right melody) is beyond all of us.
Meanwhile, please think about those deployed from their families – it is a hard time of year.
Thursday – MTV Chapel, Heidelberg, Germany
Rosh Hashanah, like many other holidays is traditionally celebrated for 2 days in the Diaspora.
We don’t have second day services, so those that are interested can locally attending services at the Heidelberg Gemeinde or the same in Mannheim.
There are two Torah readings for Rosh Hashanah – Gen 22.1-19 is often read on the first day and Gen 1.1-2.3 on the second. They are about beginnings. The beginnings of Isaac”s relationship with G-d (not just that of Abraham to G-d) and the beginning of all life.
This time of year, for anyone who has school aged children is obviously about beginnings. The school year starts in the Northern Hemisphere. Summer is over, fall is here, vacations put away. Memories are glowing crystals to be cherished.
So it is also a time of reflection, for how can we stand anew, if we don’t understand who we are. What we have done this past year and where each one of us wishes to go in the next. It is a time for self-reflection and honesty. And a time of clearing out that which is unfinish and honestly going to remain so. And a time for making amends.
Therefore, it is about faith and trust. Abraham had that faith in G-d, Isaac had that faith in his father. To do the right thing, to take care.
You notice that I have been using the pronoun “We” – for this is a time of community and community responsibility. We will skip the annual request for money or laying of guilt for not contributing enough. At the same time, it is one of the few times in the year where the current “Gen-X” expression – “It is all about me” doesn’t seem obscene. It is not selfish to examine “me” and my relationships. My responsibilities and how well I have fulfilled them. The promises I made. Those to faith, family, community. A chance given to me to set things right and to make things better.
As we go through today and this next week, take the opportunity. Clean out the old, make amends and start anew.
May we all have a sweet new year. May we have peace, and the swords truly become plowshares.
Not in our side Chapel, rather the services moved to the main chapel. Our congregation certainly did not fill the pews tonight. No issues here about tickets and reserved seating as you see with most US based congregations. In fact, we have learned over the years that if you want people to sit at the front, you move up the table with the prayer books. Othewise there are people scattered over 30 rows, when there is barely enough to fill four.
The rabbi who was due in, well, he was diverted. And too late to get someone else in on contract (unless we wanted to go Aleph – and that creates other issues). At this point, three of us who are the mainstays are doing this for the third year running. Bill (Opera trained) is responsible for the Cantor’s portion and Vicki and I divided up the rest as well as farmed out as many readings as possible. Obviously, choirs are not us – way too small for that nonsense – we want everyone to participate.
The Oneg after was well attended.
I have the D’var Torah for the morning. And have located at least a couple of members who will be able to help with the reading.
Obviously, I did not knit, spin or have any sanity time today.
Would you believe that the dental chair is not my favorite location? The last couple of trips, I keep thinking that there is a better way to do this.
And today I remembered my MP3 player. An audio book is the best way to go. I tried listening to music and found that frequent changes meant I was playing more attention to the dental work.
Concentrating on hearing the story, I was able to avoid anticipation of “what comes next.” After all, what could be better than the confusion of a Cetacean scientist total life disruption boggle after seeing the words “Bite Me” on the flukes of a diving humpback whale?
That and the meds I had taken for a migraine. Added into this whole decision process was the Sieman’s guy who showed up with the new fridge door just as I was going out the door. DH had said he was coming between 1300-1700. Nope, 0900-1300. Lucky there, since I don’t like paying for extra trips. The dog was not happy to be left shut in the bedroom, but he really didn’t want a lose dog in the house.
Go figure, she has has a bark but no bite.
No knitting or spinning today, just a lot of sleeping.
In 1978, the 10th of Sept fell on a Sunday. Which is what you would expect, since that is the date we were married. Several years ago, I counted up and wrote about all the different places we had lived (number over 16 at that time), cars we had (I know that we are past 9) and the four wonderful children we have. Now I have to amend it to an outstanding adult daughter and three pretty terrific young adults (late 20s and teens are just worlds apart). Like all couples, we have our ups and downs. Never would have guessed, that hot September afternoon that we would have wound up where we are. Together yes, but on the other side of the world and dealing with the military, the world of venture capital and with four children? Not in a million years. Seems like a long distance for a couple of barely making it young professionals.
Tonight for company I have our golden retriever who has stayed close to my side all day. She is missing the teens and is not about to be left alone. Have heard from the DH several times today from his office in Switzerland – he will be home Friday.
I took a day of leave and, after an early morning PT session, returned home to work on this disaster of a house. I have mentioned the amount of dust generated by the renovations:
and I am piling, sorting and trying to containerize things. I am waiting to empty the left three sections of this bookcase until I have help. At that point I am going to move the higher section toward the middle while properly pegging a few shelves that have been living at an angle since I put them up.
While listening to
there have been six loads of laundry, some dishes washed and a brief visit from the plumber after I went into our new bathroom to find water on the floor. It looked like it was coming up from under the tile near one corner. And turned out to be a faint drip from the newly installed heating unit.
Remember theses? My Sockapaloozas from my great pal feeling so comfortable on my feet (I took off the sandals so that you could see them better). Did I mention that she is from France, living and working in Berlin and is really computer savvy?
became my mental health break. I think I showed you this 3-ply rainbow yarn finished up around the beginning of the month now looking for a project.
I plyed the first two bobbins of the M44 from Winderwood Farms and am very pleased with both the handling and the way the colours are working out. I will be using it for a fairisle vest where the long colour repeats will be just what I need.
These are “those” spiral socks – with the spirals showing a little more clearly.
And finally – TISA has arrived from New England along with some goodies in the package. I am knitter number 4 on the sock, and i get to turn the heel! I love heels. Now I just have to restrain myself and follow the pattern directions rather than ad libbing.
This cooperative sock knitting is fun, and this particular little friend just made its fourth trip across the Atlantic. Once I have done the heel, I think I will take her up to the castle and to work before sending her on her way. I would take her to Switzerland but I really don’t want to hang on too long and slow things down.
The dog has long since gone to sleep, and I have accomplished at least something tonight with the shrank cleaned and organized as well as a start on these corner shelves.
Last night we took the youngest three to dinner at Le Tagine on Karlsruher Str. in Heidelberg-Rohrbach. Contrary to what I found in a restaurant web listing for them – they do not have a website. The restaurant interior is well designed and comfortable. Unfortunately they were not crowded. I say that because the food was excellent – Mideastern-African food prepared in traditional tagine. That was the route my husband went, the son headed toward skewers and the two girls and I selected couscous dishes. Wonderful soups and appetizers and we will not talk about two swooning over chocolate for desert.
This morning, since the DH is headed out to drop the kids on his way to Switzerland we had planned on going out for brunch. This idea had come up prior to our detour for dinner last night. Still feeling full, we woke up the horde just before going out the door. Instead of brunch, we had a lovely continental breakfast at Der Europäische Hof. Arriving too late for breakfast, the staff promptly explained that it would be no problem to serve us in the hall (see page 2, Hotelhalle).
Surprisingly, the teens were almost done packing by the time we got back.
That does not mean that the lawn ever got mowed. Yes, this little patch is the only grass on the entire property. And it getting it mowed seems to be harder than years ago when we had almost 1/2 an acre.
or that time was not spent doing critical updates (why are they discovered right before going out the door?).
or eating ice cream
I did catch them on camera before they headed for the car (the sun was bright and there is always someone with their eyes closed or mouth open or making a face or….).
But the car was packed, loaded and they left.
Leaving the dog and I with the quiet.
Just finished The Burnt House by Faye Kellerman. It is number whatever in her Rina Lazarus/Peter Decker series. I liked the way the action unfolded, and the time lines were realistic. The LAPD not knowing some of the cutting edge technology for identification was not really believable, but her characters are “real.”
Enjoying an early silent supper while reading a book then back to cleaning, keyboard and anything that I want on the cassette player (like Illegal Seafood by Clam Chowder ).
The kids have called, settled in with more or less the room assignments that they expected. There was an almost 50% turnover in the Internat this year. But those numbers would include the departing Abiturentin and exchange students so it is to be expected. I have already let the kids know that bringing home for the weekend the stray from Wales or any other student who lives to far to travel home is always a good idea.
And I think I have been cleared for leave tomorrow. Do I go back to my long neglected Kauni? Work on some socks? or Spin.
Oh, that is right – cleaning is also on the list.
I love my daughter, I love my daughter. I have to love my daughter.
I really do. We are speaking of the youngest. She is funny, cheerful and normally a pleasure to have around. Remember that we skipped over the pink hair, the trashy room and the occasional tears to focus on the really good things. She, along with her next two older sibs head back to school tomorrow.
As the designated Ogre in the family, Mean Mom made them pack up their stuff today. We survived the screams about whose turn it is at the washer and dryer. The suitcase falling closed to smash an ear, and the excavating of the backpacks. I just kept smiling (they don’t like it when you smile) and hunting for the missing textbooks.
This is the youngest, colourful would you not say?
DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE HAS IN HER HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her school backpack was the one she took to China. She has not had it opened since she exiting China Air Flight 931 from Beijing to Frankfurt.
She heard me upset for the first week after we got home about losing things on the plane. I have never in my life before lost anything a plane (well, we don’t count cross-stitch needles) much less left things behind. And said nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I am really sure that she wasn’t thinking about anything at all. She is 14, and it is vacation. All her effort goes to sleeping, computer, and avoiding household tasks.
She walks upstairs and says, “Did you want your knitting and MP3 player back from the trip?”
She is still alive.
After spending most of the morning in the dental chair (we will skip the next few hours of patients and friends) I came home and thought about how much knitting I am not doing. I am still spinning.
And reading. And listening to Audio Books.
Books & Audio Books
A quick read and quite funny – The Sleeping Beauty Proposal by Sara Strohmeyer. This is not Literature, but she does deal with a number of issues that are probably important for the single woman of today. I have my frog and I am keeping him (grin).
On tape – Jennifer Crusie. I picked up a couple of her books on MP3 and cassette from Audiobookstand. Getting Rid of Bradley is one of her best. Originally published in one of the Harlequin/Silhouette series (hey, hanging out on BiH bases in the late 90s- after a while you expand your selection by reading just about everything on the shelf) it proves you can write good books without either vampires or werewolves.
The shower, we are done.
Canals lead through bridges in Tongli.
Since work is a total pain at the present, I will not dwell on it.
I am still loading and organizing things on the computer and am about to tackle my studio. AKA Mom’s trash room as it is referred to by the rest of the family. Unless of course, they need a sewing machine, some craft supplies, a quiet place to work, a printer, or a location where they can try out something nefarious with minimal chances of getting caught.
This is the studio, several views in fact. And after these shelves have been emptied.
and the hall leading to the rest of the house.
I have been home two weeks and can no longer ignore the fact that the house had turned into a total disaster.So much has been moved around for the bathroom renovation which was finally finished this morning.
And there I am – piles of books, papers and well, just stuff everywhere. There is white dust coating my studio and the back hall. Some of it made it into our bedroom. I can’t live like this anymore. But it is going to take a while to dig out.
But plying is so much more fun.
There has been another improvement in the computer system at work for our pleasure, convenience, satisfaction, and productivity. Blogspot is blocked. I can get to Blogger and load the Dashboard. But not the blogs themselves – nope, no way. This goes right along with the new improved file encryptions – stopping all use of outside thumb drives since the system encrypts anything it which gets hooked up.
I can still read email for now, but can’t cruise many blogs much less get to Flickr or upload anything unless I bring it in on a CD. Going back in time and technology I guess.
On the renovation front – tomorrow the shower door installer will be coming to fix up the shower. Also the repair man for the fridge since we have a door that is no longer shutting.
I have these lovely rovings that I purchased over a year ago from Winderwood Farms. I have decided that I will spin the two wheels I have of the first one before going on to the rest.
The fine singles look rather nice if I do say so myself.
Books & Audio Books
Marcia Muller’s most recent Sharon McCone mystery is The Ever-Running Man. Although not always easy to follow, I really enjoyed it. With roots to motives and characters going back to the Viet Nam era
For those of you who do not like readers who do voices – you might want to consider Lawrence Block’s latest book in his Keller ‘Hit” series. He does his own readings. I enjoy the stories, but his gravely voice is a bit too close to a monotone for my taste. Others just love his readings.
Are you one of those unfortunate people like me? A slave to Windoze and what ever garbage Microsoft is slinging our way because either you need the compatibility with your workplace or the programs that you need to use are not ported to a more sensible system like Mac or Linnux.
Have you met the Blue
ScreamScreen of Death?
Did I mention then that my laptop computer decided to toes up? The hard drive has not yet completely failed. But to top off a morning already “great” thanks to some work emergency and a torture session at PT – I have seen that infamous screen another six times this morning. Before 0900 and certainly before my coffee.
Using the work laptop – I managed to do some email out of the house and defuse one crisis while backing up everything critical from that computer (twice) onto external hard drives. There is no way in h that I want to lose this summer’s pictures. Or my webpages or articles or journals or collected patterns. You get the idea.
Want the real fun? I can’t get WinXP anymore. The only decent laptops I found all had Vista on them. Vista is like Visa (the charge card) – you are always taking a chance when you use it and it is always going to cost you something. Those costs may be hidden or inconvenient, but they are there.
I am sitting here with my new Sony loading software. A bit more – my workhorse programs like Winstep and the FN Cataloging set – and my computer will feel a bit more “normal.” So far all the touted improvements with Vista are either frustrating or about 17 years later than Mac, or O/S2. Go figure. Most of the innovations aren’t, nor are they essential so that I have gotten just about all of them eliminated or killed off.
Now to finish getting rid of their widgets. Exactly why would I want to clutter up a clean, organized workspace of shelves with things?
No knitting, no spinning but I am working my way through new books.
Books & Audio Books
Every time I stop through the library there is something new to borrow. The cataloger is back from vacation and new books are landing on the shelf daily. Hardbacks from August and July. The September books will be out in the next week or so, the librarians tell me.
But there are audio books by Tami Hoag. Not The Alibi Man, but some of her old books from the 90s. Reissues are reissues. I wish they would not put a new copy right date on them. I understand why, since the publisher has changed, but still. It is like thinking an author has a new book out, only it is a reprint with a different cover.
Sandra Brown’s Play Dirty was alright, but certainly not a five star book.