Friday, January 10, 2014

A Flow of Leaves

Taken December 19, 2013.

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  1. Morning all.

    I love that story, Jen. It's especially tickles me because my Hebrew name (Jewish kids get a Hebrew name in a little ritual at the synagogue one month after birth) is Sipporah which means "bird".

  2. Sipporah is a lovely name.

    Due to a powerful case of hippieism having struck my parents around the time I was born (alas, it was only temporary), they planned to allow me to develop my own relationship/lack thereof with god(s), which distressed my paternal grandmother to the extent that she actually kidnapped me (very briefly) to have me Just In Case baptized in the Catholic Church. I am disappointed to report that my certificate does not list a baptismal name; they were probably waiting to see what I'd choose at my Confirmation. I did not choose Catholicism, but if I had, I'd have probably chosen Jude. (A big fight would've ensued over that.) (And I'd have won it.)

    Wishing you all a most excellent day, whatever anyone calls you. :)

  3. Hi, all. Love the leaves.

    Andi, I was named after my paternal grandmother who died in the Holocaust. Until I lived in Israel, I had never really met any other Dinas. But it is a Hebrew name and it took quite a bit of adjustment for me to learn not to answer every time someone called for Dina.

    Then when I came back, I had to learn to answer all over again!

  4. That was a pretty funny story, Jen… especially when coupled with those "pad" commercials some years back that featured wings…

    So anyway, we got through the Big Chill, and then Wed night the father in law and the loopy one-legged sister in law both went to the hospital - the old guy with flu/pneumonia, the sister in law really did lose it and started crashing into everything in her powerchair, telling her homecare nurse to "move this" (as she slapped the wall repeatedly), and talking about events of 10+ years ago as if they were happening now. Both are better, and neither one thinks they should be where they are now, but (at least in Big V's case) they need to figure out what's going on. So anyway, the wife is spending most of her time making sure both of them are doing OK. I hope she makes a little time for herself.

    I really need to get back into the habit of blogging these things.