[ What I'm working on... ]
this week...
|
|
posted on November 18, 2011, at 6:41 pm Last night, I had an idea. Moshe and Sarah had finished work for the day.
Gita was home, too, after her first day at her new job.
It was dinner time, and instead of opening up the fridge door, standing there for a minute, pondering, then closing it up before doing the same thing with the pantry door, I packed everyone into the car.
We drove down to the beach, stopping on the way to pick up an unhealthy takeaway dinner.
The beach behind Sandringham’s footy field was beautiful. We had the beach all to ourselves.
The sunset was exquisite. (yeah, no idea what that is)
We sat on the grass; we hadn’t brought a blanket, but it was fine.
Moshe opened a couple of beers.
Gita had a cider.
The seagulls came begging, but we were strong. We held out till the end.
We played. We relaxed.
Kisses are always good.
And we watched the sun go down.
Or, more correctly…
…as Moshe pointed out,
…we watched the Earth turn.
Magic.
Oops! Timer didn’t go on…
Gooooood. Night.
posted on June 27, 2011, at 11:26 am My daughter Devorah and her husband Mark are expecting a baby in early January! Just had to tell you! So exciting!!!
posted on March 29, 2010, at 6:16 pm  me and dad, august '09 I remember this time last year. I sat at the Pesach table at my house, with all the family there. Moshe and our children of course, my son-in-law, my mother, my parents-in-law, my sister- and brother-in-law, their two daughters, my nephew and his new wife, a couple of our friends, my step mother.. and you Dad. I kept catching your eye across the table, and we looked at each other, and we knew. This would be our last Pesach together.
And so it was. Now, I’m about to get showered and dressed to go to my sister’s-in-law for First Night Seder. I wish you were here Dad. I’m going to miss your jokes, your cheeky grin, singing the songs with you. Hearing the same Pesach jokes you’ve made probably all my life.
This photo was taken at Gita’s house, on her birthday. Who knew you only had three and a half months to live. Not even, you would have said.
I miss you so much. I missed you on my birthday last Thursday. I missed you at Roslynne’s son’s Bar Mitzvah. My darling uncle, your brother Mendl made a speech that you would have been proud of. It was your kind of speech. I told him so, and he said he was thinking of you the whole time he was speaking. So you were kinda there with us all.
I miss you today. I miss you every day.
posted on December 24, 2009, at 3:18 am  buckwheat for lunch There’s nothing like it. I’m back in my Buba’s kitchen. I’m 19 years old, and she’s made me a bowl of cooked buckwheat with salt and butter to eat. I can smell that unbelievable nothing-like-it-in-the-whole-wide-world aroma of Buba’s biscuits baking in the oven. And she’s talking to me about things. Life things. Hers, and mine. Very soul-nurturing food. I’m even eating with her spoon! Yep, I’ve had it for 31 years, took it from her kitchen. My favourite spoon in the world.
posted on December 17, 2009, at 7:31 pm This morning I went over to Dad’s house to sit the final hour of shiva with Yvonne. At 10am, I leaned across to Sheila and said, “At exactly this time a week ago, Dad took his last breath”. And then shiva was over. Yvonne and I hugged and wished each other long life. Then we just sat there, until I looked at her and said, “I think we should get up”. And we did. Then I suggested we take down all the tablecloths and linen for the mirrors and glass-framed artwork, and we did that. Then there was nothing else to do.
I had to go home to change out of my torn shirt and go off to my dentist appointment that I’d postponed 3 times since I broke my foot. I was sure I’d be fine. I mean, why shouldn’t I be, right? Well, I sat in the dentist’s chair while he talked to me about my teeth, and all of a sudden I burst into tears. It wasn’t any thought I had, it certainly wasn’t anything the dentist said, it just came out of nowhere. There I was, sobbing into his shoulder as he tried to comfort me. He called to his assistant, “Bring Helene a cup of tea”. And I said “no, that’s fine. I’m OK”. Then he asked me, “Would you like some chocolate?” He was so sweet, trying to console me. He’s Jewish too, so he knows all about sitting shiva, and my mother-in-law also goes to him (on my recommendation), and apparently she’d been there and told him about my Dad, so he knew what I was dealing with already. Thank goodness.
I think it’s time I showed you how the French Provincial Square Quilt A came up. It’s my favourite of the two square quilts. Have I said that already? Think so. I just love the purple polka dot binding, and the back, and how it’s more yellow and purple than red and blue. That’s how I see it. You can see for yourself and make up your own mind.
 french provincial square quilt A - front  french provincial square quilt A - back Now here’s FPS Quilt B for comparison..
 french provincial square quilt B - front  french provincial square quilt B - back So what do you think?
|
