There are all sorts of things that my kids are growing up with (or without). One of the most obvious is wireless and cellular phones. There has never been a time in their lives that we couldn’t a call from the car or a restaurant or a park, and it has been no big deal. But recently it occurred to me that they will not even be able to imagine that there was a time when people had to lick postage stamps.
At tonight’s Passover Seder, we had a changing of the guard. Normally, the part of the Seder where the Four Questions are asked, the part of the Seder that sets the framework for telling the Passover Story and discussing why this night is different from all other nights, is read by the youngest child at the table. In our family, the youngest child who could read was the one who asked the questions. This year it was Grace, and the qualifier was removed. The youngest child read the Four Questions, and she did a great job.
Peter was given the task of announcing each of the 10 plagues as we put a drop of wine on our plates to commemorate each plague.
Since I got my new job a few weeks ago, I have gone from posting nearly every day, and sometimes several times each day, to posting only a couple of times per week. Since I don’t spend as much time on the internet or my computer, I am less compelled to post. Getting the mail is also a less important part of my day.
I certainly have enough material between Peter and Grace to post every day, but I just don’t get to it. I could probably start a new blog called, “How Grace Fell Asleep Tonight” and post a picture every day. This blog could become as popular as the Chewbacca Blogs. Her she is asleep atop several stacks of pillows:
I think I am just to tired lately, and have been trying to go to sleep earlier to post so much. I may have finally reached a point in my life where I can’t stay up late every night and have it not affect me. I am also seriously addicted to caffiene again. I have what I would call 2 cups of coffee each day. The coffee maker probably calls it 5 “cups.” No yawning allowed.
Beth Sholom Synagogue in Elkins Park, Pennsylvania is considered by many critics to be Wright’s most expressive house of worship. The structure is anchored to the ground by concrete walls that incorporate the foundation buttresses for the three steel tripod girders which support the steeply inclined walls, allowing the full upper floor freedom from internal supports. The woven walls of the sanctuary are composed of translucent layers of wire glass and plastic with air space between them for insulation. During the day, the interior is lit by natural light entering through the translucent walls overhead.
Just a couple days past his 8th Birthday, Peter remarked, “I can’t believe I am already 8.” I remember thinking the exact same thing when I was 8.
Here’s a picture of Grace having fallen asleep while working on a writing worksheet.
This is one of many pictures I have taken of Grace asleep over the years.
Even though he is not smiling, Peter enjoyed his trip to the NCAA Tournament in Greensboro. He also likes his T-Shirt.
Today I had an eye doctor appointment and I walked from my office. What a joy to work in town. I had to orient myself as I walked through the various office building parking lots, but once I figured out the right direction to go, I was all set.
I did pass the Chapel Hill Tubal Reversal Center, which stuck me as a little odd. Specialities are one thing, but is there really enough business for a clinic to focus on this?
Some people write long blog posts, and I write short blog posts. Does it matter? I think not because you are reading this, right?
This is my 100th post.