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So I'm back, which I don't think I clarified. Coming in through JFK was a picnic, much much easier than getting into Israel had been. On returning, the apartent proved to be full of furniture, which W had hauled during my absence; having a table and chairs makes a terrific difference.
We spent Shabbat at Shaarei K'shishim, the assisted living place. It is run like an Orthodox shul, sort of, because there are a group of men there who shoult very very loudly if anything doesn't go how they like it, and since they're used to Orthodox flavour, that's how it is. Now, W, as part of this job, has to do all the leyning, which is a pretty heavy order, and he doesn't always learn it flawlessly. In shul, there are generally two people standing next to the reader, following along in a book, and if the reader makes a mistake, the checkers correct the mistake. At Shaarei K'shishim, these people are two old Russian men. Unfortunately, their skills are waaaay not up to the job of correcting W's leyning - he's very fast, for one, and their Hebrew isn't very good, for another. So last week I got completely fed up with their being totally incompetent, and when I herad mistakes, I corrected, from my seat on the women's row. The men disapprove, but there's no denying the fact that I'm much, much better at correcting than they are. So they give me dirty looks, and I ignore them.
W does a jolly good job, on the whole. I mean, I'm biased, and all, but I think he makes a jolly convincing rabbi.
We have the afternoons to ourselves, at Shaarei K'shishim, and we discovered that me having my visa makes us very un-stressed about a whole bunch of things. It's good to be un-stressed.
And in the evening we installed our library, which was exceeding fun, and now we have library, and DSL, and a teapot, and it's rather nice.
We spent Shabbat at Shaarei K'shishim, the assisted living place. It is run like an Orthodox shul, sort of, because there are a group of men there who shoult very very loudly if anything doesn't go how they like it, and since they're used to Orthodox flavour, that's how it is. Now, W, as part of this job, has to do all the leyning, which is a pretty heavy order, and he doesn't always learn it flawlessly. In shul, there are generally two people standing next to the reader, following along in a book, and if the reader makes a mistake, the checkers correct the mistake. At Shaarei K'shishim, these people are two old Russian men. Unfortunately, their skills are waaaay not up to the job of correcting W's leyning - he's very fast, for one, and their Hebrew isn't very good, for another. So last week I got completely fed up with their being totally incompetent, and when I herad mistakes, I corrected, from my seat on the women's row. The men disapprove, but there's no denying the fact that I'm much, much better at correcting than they are. So they give me dirty looks, and I ignore them.
W does a jolly good job, on the whole. I mean, I'm biased, and all, but I think he makes a jolly convincing rabbi.
We have the afternoons to ourselves, at Shaarei K'shishim, and we discovered that me having my visa makes us very un-stressed about a whole bunch of things. It's good to be un-stressed.
And in the evening we installed our library, which was exceeding fun, and now we have library, and DSL, and a teapot, and it's rather nice.