WHAT a Yom Kippur!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Let me begin by saying that I'm semi-observant - I celebrate the Sabbath and the holidays, but I'm not kosher, nor do I fast. (I keeled over onto my mother one year when I was fasting - I've given up, my blood sugar was not made for fasting.)
So DH and I went out for breakfast. We planned to attend the afternoon service, rather than the morning, and stay for the memorial service.
On the drive home, we were stopped by the police - DH is notorious for not wearing his seat belt. Turns out that his license may be expired - the expiration date is cut off on the plastic license, but the date of the license is 2007 and, since licenses here are good for 5 years, it should expire 2012. However, when the cops called in, they said it was expired in 2010. Therefore I had to show my license, and they told me to drive home. (They didn't give him a seat belt citation, just the license thing.)
Now, DH drives a Jeep - and the driver's seat is broken - it's way far back (DH is 6'2", I'm about 5'5" or less), leans back further, and tilts to the left. And while we drive on the left here, we have left-hand drive vehicles - Stateside vehicles but we drive on the other side of the road. So here I am, leaning to the left, right food barely on the gas pedal, driving this bigger-than-my-Yaris vehicle up the winding hills of St. Thomas. Every time we went around a sharp curve, I had to really reach to keep my foot on the gas, since I was being forced in the opposite direction. Once we got off the main road onto our little street, I stopped and told DH he had to go down our driveway - it's about a 45 degree slant, and when you first go over the hill onto the drive, heading downhill, you truly cannot see the road, it's so steep. Plus there's a concrete wall on one side, a drop off on the other, and a curve in the middle - I wasn't trying that while leaning left and barely reaching the gas (although I could reach the brake more easily).
We got inside. The power was off, so no shower. We relaxed, then it was time to go to synagogue. I got dressed, and grabbed the costumes I made for the rabbi - he wanted them for the children's service, and I had to go early to help the adults put on their costumes. (My students took photos of them and should email the pics soon - I'll post - I used big T shirts and do-rags to make Moses, a lighthouse, and the Statue of Liberty - each complete with a flashlight (two on Moses's head) because the common theme was light).
Anyway, I had on a lovely white linen dress and wedge sandals, and ran out of the house - and there was a huge TARANTULA on the walkway!!! In the middle of the walkway!!! Literally the size of a hockey puck!!! Blocking my way to the car, waving his arms/legs and taking little hops at me!!!! I of course shrieked, and DH came to my rescue - he grabbed a shovel and scooped up the tarantula, who of course ran all over and eventually jumped off into my flower bed, at which point DH smacked him with the shovel and killed him.
I raced up to my car and drove down to synagogue, helped the adults into their costumes, got the kids ready with flashlight (lighthouse keeper), poem (Emma Lazarus), and timbrels (Miriam). Was there for the children's service, the adult service (I said the blessings before and after the Haftorah, and let me tell you, the after blessing is looooooong and not easy in Hebrew!) - and then, just as the rabbi was ready to put the Torah away, the power went out at synagogue. So the fans stopped, the lights went out, and we finished the service and moved into the memorial service in the semi-twilight. Which actually was kind of nice and calming after such a crazy early part of the day!!!!!
Anyway, Happy 5772 to all my Jewish Spark buddies!!!!!! And may your house be safe from tarantulas!!!!