Archive for April, 2010

The question arose as to why so-called professionals can get away with being unprofessional?  My response was as follows.

 

I think older adults have brought this on themselves. Before you attack, read my theory.

 

I think that when older adults deny they’re getting older and continue to try to dress and behave like the youngers, they lose their dignity and status and no longer set an example for younger people; whether in personal or professional life. On the one hand, they might be able to “connect” with them to some degree; on the other hand the younger sees nothing that commands respect and rejects the older.

 

When we were younger and just began to learn about the world; in both the personal and business realms, there were older professionals from whom to learn. We would not have gone to a bar after work to “hang out” with them but when we were faced with tasks and projects we were able to get advice and direction from people who had been there and done that long before us.

 

By denying getting older and not wanting too much responsibility, more mature people have also put a lot of power in the hands of younger people regarding computers. Computers became a household item and people would call or wait for the neighbor’s kid or their own children and/or grandchildren. Computers have also done away with higher level literacy. Too many Blogs and websites are out there with poor grammar, bad spelling, icons and chat abbreviations. Too many parents working “out there” and not giving enough time to raising and parenting their own children.

 

Every maturing generation pooh poohs the younger people.

Hahahahaha!  I just changed the template on my blog and have singlehandedly disabled the links that connect you to the rest of my website!


Oy, oy…now there’s more for my Webmaster to do.  I hope he won’t mind!

One early morning, in the black of night, I remembered a vivid dream that seemed to repeat itself three times in succession.

I was in Venice, on some organized tour and was standing with the group of people with whom I was touring.  The tour guide was standing there and telling us something of the place and a legend.

The legend told of a man who lay prostrate on a stack of Bibles and swore to G-d and prayed that once a year, G-d would enable him to be flown by a bird to an island for one day.   Having said this, the man lay down on the ground, eyes closed, and a bird came to take him by the shoulder and fly him away.

The tour guide then indicated a young, tall, very thin and narrow, blond woman with very light blue eyes who had done the same thing; she prostrated herself on a stack of Bibles and prayed for the same as the man.  As soon as the tour guide told this tale, the woman softly fell to the ground, stretched out peacefully.  A medium sized bird with a white beak and dark brown feathers came and held her by one shoulder, lifting her into the air and propelling her forward, all the while she is resting peacefully in the supine position with her hands folded at her navel.

The woman and bird arrived at the island and the bird descended and lay the woman down gently on the ground.  The woman’s eyes opened and she rose from the ground to stand and spend time on this very peaceful and most beautiful island paradise.

After one day, the woman suddenly lay again on the ground, eyes closed and hands folded at her navel.  The bird appeared and flew her back to Venice.

Once she landed in Venice, she immediately opened her eyes and came to and stood up.

I then awoke.

This year was a very different Pesach from every preceding year in my lifetime.  This year was the Pesach without my mother.  This has multiple significance, beyond that of mourning her recent passing and the void it has left in my life.

Last Year

Last year, for the first year that I can remember, I was not invited by anyone for the holiday.  Neighbors of mine who are also friends invited me to eat with them.  I thought this would be great since I could sleep in my own bed, yet celebrate with people.  Accepting this invite seemed to be wonderful, since my dog could also have the comforts of being in our home and not be displaced and possibly relegated to some makeshift outdoor arrangement.  (If you knew my dog, you would understand; she’s DEFINITELY a house pet.)

It turned out that these dear people who invited me have a complete disregard for hygiene, both personal and environmental.  I want to say that I know how to turn a blind eye to many things and have lots of patience for children.  The night after the holiday I made constant trips to the loo and purged from anywhere and everywhere that one can purge.  I thought I might need emergency care, with terrible pain in my stomach and lower abdomen.  There were clear signs of food poisoning.

My mother of blessed memory took this very hard and it hurt her very much that I had not been invited by anyone else for the holiday.  She vowed to stay in her own home and make Pesach, so that she could invite me.  She was very weak and in constant pain and ordinarily she would just clean but not change over her kitchen for the work was too strenuous for her and my father.

Indeed, last Rosh Hashana, my parents stayed at home for the holiday and invited my dog and me.  They prepared for a month before, cooking and baking all different kinds of holiday foods, which were delicious.

Alas, my mother was not much longer for this world.  She was diagnosed with a terminal illness in December and passed away January 10 of this year.  Rivka bat Yaacov was gone, Yehi Zichra Baruch; Hareini Kaparat Mishkava.

This Year

This Pesach was my first Pesach with my mother gone.  Preparing for the holiday was very efficient and planned well but sad, ever so sad.  I often dread this holiday because due to so much work involved, I am often very tired and sleep deprived, which makes me careless and I get hurt.

One year I cleaned with some grease remover and was too close; a couple of drops hit my eyeball.  I remember the pain I endured, not to mention the fear of losing any vital function in that eye.

This year I had worked to change over my kitchen until 6:00 AM before the holiday.  I fell to bed so spent, I slept on a bare mattress and without pillowcases.  I didn’t even put a dressing gown on.  Upon awakening at 10:00 AM I immediately showered but was still so groggy that I was uncoordinated.  In getting dressed and ready, I banged my left foot right into a doorstop in the floor itself.  Without time to dwell on this very painful injury, I got dressed and wore my Crocs in order to relieve pressure on the foot.  I set out with Pnina Rosenblum (my dog) and we traveled for two hours to Elkanah, where I spent the holiday with some great people.

My toe was swollen and bruised so when I returned home after the first day of the holiday, I taped my toe to the one next to it.  The pain was less and after 3 days of taping, the size and color were back to normal, so I removed the tape.

Just yesterday, after a few days of not taping the toes, I looked at my foot since the pain was constant and strong.  My toe was again swollen and turning from purple to black.  I realized it is broken and went home, where I taped it again.  There is some immediate relief once it’s supported but there is still pain and I hope I will be able to rest it on the weekend.

To add insult to injury, or, to be more specific, in this case, virus to injury, I contracted the flu during Pesach.  Being that it was Pesach, much of what I would ordinarily take was with the Chometz so I thought creatively and treated myself with food.  I cooked a chicken soup with all fresh ingredients (no powders); ate fresh tomatoes that have vitamin C and potassium; had plenty of tea with fresh lemon; ate lemons with the peel; prepared codfish that have vitamin A and plenty Omega 3.  My fever went down and again, I felt better.

After a few days, the weather dipped way down and again I had flu symptoms.  This time I bought my natural vitamins and other remedies and am treating it still.  My sinuses seem to be a favorite site for my flus to settle.

I would add that in changing back my kitchen, I did it with unprecedented speed and efficiency and all was right again within an hour and a half.  I even ordered in a pizza and enjoyed musing at the fact that I did it, all by myself, in record time.

I’m glad we have this amazing holiday, the retelling and simulation of our ancestors’ slavery in Egypt and deliverance.  I just wish it would take less casualties; almost everyone I know has some mishaps in preparation for this time.  In all homes this holiday involves every able member of the household.  I’m proud that I do it all by myself but it’s getting harder for many reasons and I certainly wish I will find a mate with whom to share this very special experience.  This was certainly a Pesach to remember.

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