Hazardous Chemicals

Oh how I long for the day when I shouldn't color my hair.
For now it barely pacifies.

About Last Night

Yesterday evening, during another profile's (still me) go at Subway Scramble, a game devoted to colors, the laptop turned off. I had very little warning. Luckily 'twas only the power supply and we know someone who will graciously offer theirs before we leave for our vacation.

Snow Days

Watching Will & Grace episodes, The Illusionist, and most of The Twelve Chairs, making (and eating) pancakes, eggs with cheese, and maybe wholewheat pasta with sauce, checking email-work and personal, playing games including Scrabulous and Oregon Trail... perfect snow days spent with friends.

Ready for Beginnings

Since the last few days have been gray both inside and out I hope to be colorful today and decorate the etrog boxes with yellow and gold and blue and green. Maybe I will even play the Joseph soundtrack for inspiration.

When Everything Hurts for No Good Reason

Blah.

Too Much or Too Many?

Today I had the good fortune of coming up with an example of how to differentiate between many and much. I asked, "Am I wearing too many browns?" To which someone replied, "Yes." Then they went on to say that I was not wearing any other color which meant they understood the question as ...too much brown. Clad in five brown articles of clothing, the answer was probably yes in both instances but I look good in brown so 's okay.

Blustery Day

A warm frothy mocha beverage topped with whipped cream on a blustery winter day is pure YUM!

Secondary but not Second Place

It is not every day that you see someone clad in all 3 pigment scale secondary colors. In this case they were practically tertiary or even beyond but they were complementary. A teal green fuzzy coat framing a purple backpack under a shock of red orange fiery hair. For a color junkie like me - this was a great sight.

I had apologized for the lack of color in this post. Until my place of employment joins the Firefox revolution...I will be unable to color my words. Fixed.

613+

This past weekend I did the unthinkable. I had to know how many seeds were in my pomegranate. There were 904! So we ate them.

Color Everywhere

This is where the fairy lights grow.

An etrog box I made as a gift.

Shoes in autumn colors.

Sad Plastic Wrap

Being realistic only makes the truth minimally easier to bare. Barely.

White n Brass

Perhaps I have mentioned before how I really enjoy the fact that there is no rule in effect for wearing white after Labor Day. I have a few white items of clothing and in a week I intend to wear a new white skirt (with aqua trim).

And what is it with the 5 agurot piece?!? Why will the supermarkets not give me the correct change? At least at the shuk, I don't know that they have rounded to the nearest 10 but with the computer screen I can see that you not only rounded up but you took an extra .05 NIS! So watch out cause I am taking some 5ers with me.

H'apple'y New Year!

Yo Man.

Today is the day when I can start using my new day planner! The new year blows in next week and brings us many jubilant events. I will not mention them now because it may be better to say "we celebrated" than "we will celebrate"...who knows what the future holds.

Just Call me Rosa

Today I went to the mall. I don't usually enjoy the mall and today did not disappoint. I rolled my weekend bag through the crowds and did not find what I was looking for in the stores. However, I did find fun Sabbath gifts in the supermarket and also lucked out with a short line but the mobs of people made it all rather unpleasant.
Then I boarded the bus to the Gush.

My orange skirt with aqua flowers and my indigo top went very well with the bus interior and by default I coordinated well with the other passengers who wore just black and white. I obediently sat in the back of the bus and arrived at my destination soon after. I chatted with my hostess and ate yummy bean salad and took a nap. I hope there will be a few more of those this weekend.

Missing my Ramah family group and the wake-up calls and the free endless buffets and the back of the bus antics and the deep conversations but not the heat exhaustion!

Shabbat Shalom.

Always a Bridesmaid

This is my 4th job filling in for someone on maternity leave. Yay!

Blog Takes a Turn

Yesterday was a strange day. People looked odd. Everyone seemed to have a layer of grime on them. I sat at the bus stop and thought about who I perceived to be a chauvinist to my left and his 2 less-than-gorgeous sons and a wrinkled older man with a cane to my right who waited for the #31. I thought about how in LA, "normal people" never take the bus. Here, each week, it becomes incrementally difficult to drive into the center of town with a car. City planning. Judgment. Self-awareness.

With my new job comes education, understanding, and of course politics. And for me; food issues, identity, and politics*.

* see 1a and 6

Sugar vs. Lettuce

The lettuce is flowering and the violets have not in many months. I have been subsisting on Oreos, lemon wafers, ginger snaps, and Trix for the past half a week all because the lettuce has bolted (gone to flower/seed) and therefore is more bitter than normal. But it sure is purdy!

Another Web

Not having internet helped me re-discover the thrills and chills of Spider Solitaire. So of course even after the HOT (eh) guy installed a new modem, I had to win a game before I could shut down the laptop.

Some Lettuce for Some Fruit

The little old man is back where he should be, working his beverage stand on Emek Refaim. I buy freshly squeezed orange juice from him and the price can't be beat at 8 shekels for a large cup. I appreciate his return and am secretly glad that he is not selling candy too so I will not feel compelled to buy it.

Blueberries and raspberries are available at the gourmet grocery stores at their steal of a price - $.18 a berry. I will have to remember to stock up when I visit the family in NJ by eating them daily.

And lime season is almost upon us again. No idea if they will raise the price again, even so, it will be worth it.

The romaine is doing nicely as is the marjoram with full sun for at least half the day and water every other evening.

Distant Relative

Been thinking a lot about writing. Not only the blog but the children's books that are swimming in my head, and emails to long ago friends, and the beyond technicolor dreams I have almost every night. Thought about weaving a short entry about the plants that grow in our porch side flower boxes which would have been followed by a sarcastic remark about how the flower box was not code for anything and it was the only fruitful thing around.

Now I have the time for projects and walking to town and back. I have both the interest and the opportunity to see friends during the day. Time is a distant relative and I don't know if re-connecting and catching up are possible or what I desire. I think that trust and faith, patience and calm, peace and happiness, are worth staying in contact.

Here is a beautiful article...I shed a few tears. I loved that show and now the reality of the man behind it.