A Shul Shabbaton
I've posted early this morning (well, 8:00 a.m. to me is early, these days) because D.H. and I are leaving to go on a two-and-a-half hour drive (yay! the open road!) to the woods near the next metropolis over for a small shul-community Shabbaton in the mountains. The previous Shabbaton which we attended was two years ago, when our son, Nathaniel Blumenstein and his lovely wife Noodles visited here from Israel, and we had a wonderful time. I keep thinking, that is the only thing missing from this weekend: our children and their families. We are incomplete for the moment, but I'm sure I will enjoy myself there. A change of environment, especially going to "the country" as I called it as a child, will do me good (growing up in NYC, my heart lifted when we left the city and started to see green again: trees, grass--and also sky; guess you'd say I was a 'country girl' at heart.). ( No, our cabin is not going to look like this one. For one thing, there's ...