Gila entertains with a new edition of Haveil Havalim over at My Shrapnel.
At the NBN Bloggers Convention, we heard Bibi Netanyahu speak on the influence of bloggers.
Still, I suspect that Stephen from WebAds was surprised to receive a request from Netananyahu’s staff to invite a small number of Israeli bloggers to Bibi’s press conference this Sunday. In case you were worried, I’m not venturing into politics; the subject of the press conference is right on topic for this blog.
So look for my report (probably not live) from Likud Headquarters on Sunday.
I have never felt completely comfortable in our synagogue. We fall within the norm for age and religious level, and even our large family is not unusual. But we are the only native English speakers, and most families send to a different elementary school. Sometimes I speak to a few of the women after shul, but I have virtually nothing to do with them otherwise.
There is one group of women who attend shul regularly and have children close in age to my younger ones. One or two are friendly to me, another one or two acknowledge my existence, but there is one who ignores me. If I catch her eye after shul, she averts her eyes. Sometimes, to make a point, I “get in her face” and wish her Shabbat Shalom. She replies and even smiles a bit. But she never greets me first.
I’m convinced that she holds no grudge against me, nor is she a snob. I am just not on her radar screen. She has her own friends, and I don’t fit into her picture of her social circle. If she ever thought about me, which I doubt, she would figure I had my own friends to greet. Why would I need her?
One year we had children in the same gan. When I saw her, she treated me the same way she did in shul. Then one day we both arrived a few minutes early. Several of her friends from shul had children in the same gan, but they weren’t there that day. She came over, sat down next to me, and struck up a conversation.
This year she again has a child in gan with mine, but her friends’ children have all graduated. I wonder what will happen.
in an unfortunate accident, but we managed to reconstruct it. We’re six people with too many bags to count, containing food for two days and camping gear. Good thing there’s no weight check involved this time. I expect to be back to blogging next week after school starts–if it starts.
After Pesach I bought some fresh yeast and made a starter out of it. When you are ready to bake (or the day before), you feed the starter by adding flour and water and letting it ferment. You take what you need and save the rest for next time. It’s a different way of baking and my success has varied (which is why I haven’t written about it). So I called “Mimi” for help. In addition to baking, Mimi makes homemade soaps, wines, and mead, and is an expert gardener. She is a great resource for someone like me who dabbles occasionally in those types of crafts.
Mimi’s new blog, Israeli Kitchen, focuses mainly on food, with a large dose of Israeli living thrown in. So if you like reading about food, Israel, and Israeli food, go on over and visit.
And I think my challah will come out better next time.
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