Tikkun Olam

I needed to compose at least one more post in the month of August.  The reason August needed to have at least one more post, is that otherwise, it would not be much better than July, which (gasp) had only one--count 'em-- one post.  My worst posting-month ever.  I think.  They say (-no idea who 'they' are) that bloggers blog because they have no "real" lives, but rather, that they live vicariously through their blogs, in a "virtual" world.  When I first found out about my daughter's illness and became super-obsessed with her situation and her subsequent treatments and therapies, I suddenly had a "life." Terrible way to go, but be it as it may, there it was.  I suddenly found myself, in the "real," physical world, with a vengence.  There was no time and certainly not enough energy to put my thoughts down on paper, er, Word Document.  Surrounded by a daughter in a wheelchair who needed care and companionship, and two rambu...

 (nablopomo day 22) (Got this in an email from my eldest. Which is why I don't live here ( thank you, M .) Finally, a  true map of Florida that explains this weird, but  wonderful state. Those of you who live in Florida will  recognize it, and those who don’t have been warned  !!! You  know you're a Floridian if.... Socks are  only for bowling . You never use an umbrella  because you know the rain will be over in five  minutes. A good parking place has nothing  to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with  shade.   Your winter coat is made  of denim. You can tell the difference  between fire ant bites and mosquito  bites.   You're younger than  thirty but some of your friends are over  65. Anything under 70 degrees is  chilly . You've driven through Yeehaw  Junction. You know that no other grocery  store can compare to Publix. Every...

Okay. This has got to 'take the cake.' Thanks to my illustrious, industrious sister-in-law's sister-in-law (thanks, A.!) in sunny Flawriduh, you are privileged to view this video news report (as seen on WeJew) about Kosher Gasoline, er--Gefilte Fish with Gas (as in, "I'll have some gas with that fish , please). What's really cute, is people in the know can see immediately that the "reporter" (yeah, right) hasn't a clue of what she is reporting about. Unfortunately, the interview-ees don't seem to, either. But, hey--just geeve ah keek , and enjoy. (let's hear it for Borough Park!)