I had forgotten what it's like to live in a jungle. I grew up outside of DC, so was acclimated to Tarzan-like confditions from early on. So when I moved to Denver, the dryness was a revelation and a relief. Coming back east and south in August has reminded me what it's like to swim to your car from your front door.
I'm typing this in my sister's kitchen nook watching the cardinals feed at the trough and fend off squirrels. That's another thing we don't have out west. Cardinals, not squirrels. We have magpies, redwing blackbirds, and the occasional meadowlark, but no cardinals.
The occasion is my niece's bat mitzvah, and my parents' 50th anniversary. My parents didn't want to steal her thunder, so it was just a dinner out for that. Off-Broadway, the kosher meat restaurant here, has tremendous fried chicken and chicken florentine. Orthodox synagogues don't give girls or women aliyahs, so she'll be speaking at her party on Sunday night. Everything else is a lead-up to that Big Moment.
The family I'm staying with hasn't got wifi, despite other fine accomodations, so it's going to be catch-as-catch-can, but that's the life of the blogger on the road.
In the meantime, Happy Labor Day, and Shabbat Shalom.
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No wifi? Hmm. What's that like again?
Posted by: Jonathan | September 6, 2006 9:58 AM