Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The Jeni Fleming Trio was the headlining act; very impressive. Check them out on Itunes or Amazon.
Kate had her tonsils and adenoids out on Monday and this is the first time she's been out, except for quick errands.
See, I was there too.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
One of the benefits of our house is that we live on a slope so we have a nice, bright basement that walks out to our backyard...it's also a nightmare for landscaping. We have no level surface anywhere. We are building three retaining walls in different areas in an attempt to trick the eye and be able to set up our swingset. This is the area in the back yard. Phil worked this whole weekend on the project and I worked about 4 hours. Yes, I'm a bit of a princess.
We have at least two more weekends of work left. Something to look forward to!
This is the whole crew. A guy from Phil's work came over to help. It was a lifesaver for Phil...also allowing me to only work on the project for 4 hours.
the "trench," as we so fondly call it
The bricks. Happily waiting for their new home.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Today I took the kids to Barnes and Noble and picked this up off the "Summer Reading" table. I started reading it while walking through the mall and came home and summarily finished it in just a couple hours.
The story starts in Warsaw right before the Nazi invasion and is told by a young orphan who has no memory of his parents. He's not a Jew, but ends up in the Ghetto with the other Jews and spends his time there feeding one family and a group of orphans by smuggling food. This is an amazing story of hope...hope in things that have never been seen...oranges, angels, heaven...
The story made me smile through tears so many times as this naive child experienced persecution with a smiling face. This paragraph was particularly moving to me... a Jewish family invited him to participate with their family in Hanukkah and the word "happy" was spoken; the first time he had heard it...
"Tata, what is happy?"
He looked at me and at the ceiling and back to me. "Did you ever taste an orange?" he said.
"No," I said, "but I heard of them. Are they real?"
"Never mind." He stared at me some more. "Did you ever--" He stopped and shook his head.
After more staring, he said, "Were you ever cold, and then you were warm?"
I thought of sleeping with the boys under the braided rug: cold, then warm. "Yes!" I blurted. "Was that happy?"
He smiled. "That was happy."