Thursday, June 15, 2006

I miss Israel already...

I just decided to go to NY now..
I miss Israel already...
I will be back soon G-d willing.
Now when should I make the return date for?? I was thinking of going to Alaska for 2 months but now that I actually have made my decision to fly.. I already miss Israel..

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

My Golan Adventure Yesterday: If there is a road it must lead somewhere..

just hoping that it isn't a circular road...

Nachal Gilobun I found the most peaceful blissful spot.. beautiful pink flower trees were growing all around and above.. a calm spring was flowing by.. there were some rocks and lovely pink flowers in the water.. על מי מנוחות ינהליני totally otherworldly.. otherworldly?? it's actually in this world.. G-d created it for us.. for our enjoyment.. oh what a shame that we don't appreciate it more... and spend more time with this beautiful world He created for us.. our natural environment..


I had the Gilobun all for myself.... the crowds had already left and no one was there.. it was truly magical ... beautiful crystal droplets falling off the stones glistening in the air... while swimming under the falls surrounded by beautiful greenery of the surrounding mountains. The late afternoon sun was glowing on the crystal waterfall creating a magnificent rainbow.. It was so refreshing!!



I then climbed back up.. while chanting Do you believe in the good of the people? wondering will my bag be there or not..

I didn't see it - ok.. it's not there.. I didn't really have much in there.. 2 oranges, vanilla pudding - which probably turned into some sort of yoghurt.. some tissues, 20 sheks and my fun trip clothes - which I have become somewhat attached to.. it carries with it thousands of skating miles, hikes, explorations so many fond memories.. and stories.. the life of the adventurer.. and then I saw it!! He hung it up on the sign! Yay! Thank You Hashem. Thank You humankind.. may we always be loving and trusting.. let the deep down inherent goodness in all of us shine all the time and may we see it in each other always!

Made a Shehakol
ברוך אתה ה אלוקנו מלך העולם שהכל נהיה בדברו
and ate my pudding - a quick energy booster.. drank some more water .. and was reay to continue..

I had two ways to go.. two directions.. left from where I came from or right.. I already knew what the left one was about.. so I chose right. It was a good choice B"H.. hours and hours of an incredible adventure in the night!!

what a sweet mincha prayer.. sweet songs... stars.. beautiful views of emek hachulah.. and the unknown.. factor.. surprise..

I have poisoned myself. Why did I eat that?

Monday Night-
I feel sick.. it's the MSG or some other chemicals they put it in...

I did my daily workout - Jerusalem Dead Sea skateout - got a ride back up with a motorcylclist.. changed into some nice clothes and went to the Bar Mitzvah.. I had no mirror.. I entered the hall.. there were mirrors! I got to see myself.. My hair was wild - it wasn't that crazy because my hair has a natural fine texture.. but it had now quite some natural waves from the winds blowing my hair on my high speed trips.. It had now a sort of hippie look - natural curls and waves - which brings to mind good times.. washing up in springs and oceans salt water - which I like - but wasn't appropriate now. well.. there were much more things with me that weren't appropriate according to them.. like being a frum free-spirited happy hippy girl not yet married..but B"H I was pumped with lots of positive energy.. that's what high adrenaline and nature trips do to you.. that it didn't bother me.. and I was still glowing, fun to be around, and had a good time..

They then served the food. I was talking .. having a good time .. and was just eating the food without really being aware of it. (It was the typical Israeli Simcha food - possible culprits - white bleached flour challah roll, those ducks w/ some sort of mock liver salad, or potato kugel.. nothing really tasty.. just processed chemical food.) Oh why? oh why? It must have had a negative effect on me since I was eating the msg or some other chemical on an empty stomach.. I still hadn't eaten that day. I usually am not hungry and don't eat when I am working out.. Its not fun having the food jump up and down in your tummy at high speed.. plus you're just high and satiated on life... air.. wind.. precious water...

I came home - I was laying on my bed.. and felt quite sick.. nausea..



Resolution: Please Hashem help me keep it: Being more aware and appreciating the food properly.

למעשה- not to eat at the computer or laptop.. but will try to sit down peacefully and eat with awareness -

focus and enjoy every bite.. it tastes so much better!! and is so much healthier!!

PS. Do you remember the taste of that apple... Egypt, or the taste of the cherry tomato JCQ?...

Monday, June 12, 2006

Inline Skates Vs. Motorcycle - Skates Win!

Skates Win!
Skates are so much more fun than Motorcycles..
But if I need a ride back up.. I'd take the motorcylcle over the car... Thanks for the ride today. It was fun!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

L'koved Shabbos


B"H we had the most delicious salmon for Shabbos.

* Honey
* A good white wine
* Vanilla extract
* A dash black pepper
* Olive oil
* 1 freshly squeezed lemon
* Fresh thyme leaves..
it's the first time I saw them at my supermarket.. they look so nice..



* Slices of Fresh ginger
* Pinenuts

I really enjoyed preparing this dish. The colors and forms looked beautiful. I took a moment to enjoy looking at it before putting it in the over right before shabbos on a timer set for 1/2 hour at maximum heat..

It filled our house with a lovely warm vanilla aroma.... while Rabbi HP was leading the Kaballos Shabbos prayers chanting an original beautiful melody for Lecho Dodi…

I served the fish on a platter decorated with orange peel swirls.. flowers from slices of oranges.. black olives and mint leaves..

It was delicious!! Carmelized well! And looked magnificent.. L'kovod Shabbos!

B"H we had a lovely Shabbos!

I decided to find out the deal about fish on Shabbos… Here are some stories, thoughts, ideas that came up that I liked..

http://www.ascent.org.il/newascentofsafed/Stories/Stories/5762/229-25.html
http://www.simpletoremember.com/carlebach/shabbos.htm
http://www.kehillastorah.org/Shabbos.htm http://ascent.org.il/NewAscentOfSafed/Stories/Stories/5763/293-39.html

Thursday, June 08, 2006

ah the wind...



ah the wind...


Thank you Hashem!

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

What a surprise I ended up at the "Roeh"…



So I was going to go skating to the Dead Sea and then head to a class in Jerusalem @ Yakar. It was 6:00 pm and the class was taking place at 8:30. That leaves me with 2 hours for this trip. Usually I start my trip from Knisah L'eir - Derech Beigin towards Tzomet Givat Tzfartit and from there to the Dead Sea. Since today I was running so late, I figured I'd tremp till Tzomet Givat Tzfartit , so that I can make this trip and be back in Jerusalem for my class on time…

A car stopped – he said he's going to Givat Zeev. I was a bit spaced out.. and thought – givat zeev.. pisgat zeev – same thing… I was wrong. I realized it in middle of the way.. but I just continued with them. I remembered that I once took an alternative road which meets the Jerusalem – Dead Sea highway @ Mishor Adumim, and that road was the wildest, most winding downhill road in my life… so hey, I was up for that fun today… But that road was from Pisgat Zeev not here.. I got off and got a ride to Jerusalem.. but after 5 min. we pass a sign pointing to Shmuel Hanavi's Kever and the driver decides to stop there…

Cool – what a surprise.. I have only been there once before… ages ago.. and there is lots to pray for.. May Shmuel Hanavi be a Meilitz Yosher for all of us and may Hashem answer all our prayers for the good...

It was now 7:15pm.. As I walked towards the road I immediately got a tremp heading to Jerusalem… However there was quite some pkak on the road. The cars weren't moving. I'd do a lot better on my skates. I thanked the driver and put on my skates... What a ride.. what a ride.. it was really fun..!! from Kever Shmuel Hanavi to Maale Adumim – it's all the way downhill (most of it..) especially the Ramot area was fun!!

On the highway to Maale Adumim a most beautiful cute Arab boy ran more than 1 km to try to catch me.. He tried flirting in Hebrew and English.. he just had the cutest smile. . I felt a little sorry..not replying.. but there is no point in flirting... I just said shalom and crossed over the other side heading back to Jerusalem...

I got to my class on time and we sang the most beautiful sweet niggunim with Chana Yaffe and another woman.. Thank You Hashem for a wonderful day..

FWD: panama part 2 till THE END

My email box is full.. so I am moving over some stuff to gmail..
here's an email I will share.. I'll leave it in its original state.

(I don't take pictures - at least I'll have these emails to document my trip.)
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I am being bitten all over here at casa del Carmen on the computer so I have to move quickly out of here. (written on Motzei Shabbos)
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(continuation from previous email Panama week part 2)

- Monday

I was so busy snorkeling looking out for the corals and fish and concentrating on my breathing and totally forgot about putting sunblock on my back. I got terribly burned. It is still hurting now.
I was thinking of hitting the road and heading to my next destination but I was a bit tired after being on the boat all day and figured I will enjoy the boat ride more the next day. So I had another wonderful night on the dock. I kept on turning, I couldn’t find the right position - my sunburn was so painful... However the view was so beautiful. The lights reflecting in the ocean and the islands lit up.. Caught a few hours of sleep and woke to a beautiful sunrise. In the morning I took a boat to Chinguila- the boat ride was beautiful we passed some canals.. I then walked- hitchhiked- walked some more and then got a ride with a family with teenage kids traveling cross country. It was a lot of fun.
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The mosquitoes were just too much and just then C- who I had been waiting to speak to showed up so that's the end of my email for that time.

I haven't written anything until now. Here is the continuation almost two weeks later written from my office
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Tuesday
I got to Pentoneme?? (according to the map this was the turnoff for El Valle but it wasn't.) I just had to be there I guess.
So, my barbed wire cut from the previous week miraculously got healed and I was ready for a new cut. (just kidding, G-d please don't let anyone suffer any pain any more - not even the tiniest bit.) The day before at the Island I was trying to find a coconut to eat - there were so many but all the coconuts I picked along the beach had bugs inside. So I bought one - 25 cents. I went to the park sat down on the bench, made a small hole drank up all the coconut milk and then cracked it in 1/2 and ate it. Tuesday while riding all the way I didn't eat anything besides for an apple. When I got to pento??- city I was going to eat the other 1/2 of the coconut. I broke off a piece with my hand and it worked. I then tried breaking it with my hand and this time I missed - the coconut cut right through my palm. I now had this huge deep cut down my palm. I flushed it with a cup of ice cubes to clean it freeze the pain. I gave up on the coconut and went to sleep.

Wednesday-
In the morning I took the buss to El Valle- my favorite place this trip. It's another beautiful hill town , beautiful mountains, waterfalls and streams. My sunburn from Monday was still burning me- and I just so wanted to soak in a cool swimming hole under a waterfall. The waterfall was a lot further away than I expected and after that long hike to find it - Chorro Mosas - "woman's waterfall" I was just dying to get in the water. When I finally reached it - It was so REFRESHING! It felt so good! Another wonderful night sleeping under the beautiful stars lying on lush grass surrounded by stunning flowers!

Thursday-
In the morning I prayed the morning prayers. I then hid my backpack under the bushes and headed out for my days adventure. I stopped at the grocery and got myself a small potato chip bag and coke. (A habit I had picked up for the next few days. That was my comfort food) I then went out to look for the orichidea - orchid garden. It was closed. Suddenly it starts pouring rain - like I have never seen before- I hoped it would stop as soon as it appeared but it wasn't - I remembered my backpack under the bushes and knew I have to go get it. Everything will be sopping wet. The backpack is not waterproof- it's even torn in a couple of places. Running all the way back in the heavy rain was fun! B"H not much damage happened to my bag. Some clothes got a little wet but that was it. A while later the rain stopped. This time I left my backpack in the supermarket so it would stay dry. I then hiked to EL Macho - the man's waterfalls in a beautiful rainforest. It was already late afternoon - it was getting dark and it was sort of drizzling so no one was there- I had this beautiful rainforest- waterfalls all for myself. I loved the swimming hole and the waterfalls- it was amazing! It was almost dark- I had no flashlight and didn't want to end up sleeping in the rainforest w/o some warmer clothes so I had to hurry out- and then again - it started pouring!!!!!!!!!
I walked and walked and then a pickup truck passed but he had no room inside. So I got in the back- I was already TOTALLY Wet. I couldn't get more wet than I already was. But the rain kept on coming down even stronger- (maybe it felt so because we were driving as opposed to walking so more rain hits you per second. I don't know :)) I had a great time!! (It makes my list of favorite trip moments.) The pickup truck dropped me off at the supermarket. I was sopping wet and felt chilly. B"H I had a change of dry clothes.

EL Valle was a great place but somehow I just had this itch to move on. Besides the choice was really either that night or the next morning since I have to be in Panama city anyways for Shabbos. I tried to get a bus - but no bus in sight. The rain stopped so I started walking. I walked a few miles and I got out of the town. It was pitch dark NO lights at all. Not even some light from the moon - it was a day before the new moon. I was walking quite slowly by now - since I could see nothing - I was trying to tap around to feel where I am going..I walked more and then I heard a car coming so I tried to make sure he would notice me - he stopped and gave me a ride until the InterAmercian highway.

From there I took a 2 hour bus to Panama City. I dreamed of sleeping that night at the locks watching the ships moving across the canals so I tried catching a bus to Miraflores locks. My Spanish is nada non-existent a young African /Spanish kid helped me - his English was good- turns out he is from Brooklyn.. I caught the last bus but missed the cutoff time by 10 minutes. The locks at Miraflores locks get locked at 11:00 and they wouldn't let any visitors in. So I just slept nearby.(I couldn't watch the ships.) I took out my wet clothing from my backpack and spread them out to air-dry them.

I woke up the next morning and I was really excited it was Rosh Chodesh that day and Shabbos Rosh Chodesh was coming. It was 6:30 and the gates would be closed for visitors until 9:00. I found a nice spot to pray with dried raspberries smelling lovely all around. When I finished my morning prayers I asked the security guards what time it was. I was surprised to find out it was 10:45. The locks were open by now. - WOW- Panama Canal really is one of the wonders of the world.

I got back to Casa Del Carman and got ready for Shabbos. Shabbos has been wonderful with Beth El Community. A member of the congregation was making bar mitzvah his son so the synagogue was beautifully decorated with flowers and invited us to the Bar Mitzvah Shabbos Day. At night the Rabbi invited us all to his house. They loved my trip stories and all asked when will the book be available book..

Back to the traveler's hostel - I was so excited to see my Shabbos Candles still burning! I fell asleep in their light. It was nice. A guy from Germany named Christian saw my candles and prayer book - he is married but travels by himself the entire year and parties non stop... he came to panama to buy an island, his marriage is terrible and he married a jewish girl.. I felt really bad about this. Shabbos afternoon I thought I would have a chance to talk to him but he wasn't there. When I got back from Synagogue after Shabbos was over I was getting ready to leave but I first hoped I would have a chance to speak to him. (I didn't really know what to tell him - it was none of my business but maybe it is! We are all one! We are all responsible for each other. We are one body.- and if for some reason I meet him and I was thinking about his situation and it hurt me - I should tell him. It might not make a difference.. There are is so much confusion, lost identities intermarriages, unhappiness, pain, conflict, dreams not fulfilled, .. loss of direction... darkness,... but I should still say something even if it's to only one person. Who knows! We are here in this world To Do. G-d takes care of results! Thank G-d he didn't bite me. In fact he felt much better after talking about it. I hope and pray that he and his wife have light, clarity and blessings in their life.

After my conversation I was heading out but didn't really know where to. I went to the central bus station prayed for a good week full of blessings and light and then read my lonely planet. I decided to go to Portobello and from there to Miramor and take a boat ride to San Blas Islands. I took the 4 am bus to Colon. From there I waited an hour to take a bus to Portobello.

Portobello has nice forts, ruins.. also an international triathlon was going on that day. So I watched it. The 1st prize winner was from NY. As much as last week was bad with the sunburn burning me- this week was just as bad or even worse - the itch was unbearable. I just couldn't wait to be in the water. There were beaches all along but I was looking for cool fresh water very clean(for my sunburn blisters) swimming hole. Later that day I found a stream which ends up flowing into the ocean. A nice place. I went swimming there. Later I started walking heading towards Colon and the Gatun River. Someone said it was a nice place for swimming. I didn't walk a lot and then got a ride with 2 people who came to watch the triathlon and were now heading back to Panama City. I mentioned Gatun River and said that it wasn't safe swimming there. Crocodiles have eaten some kids. When they said that Gatun River was unsafe I had no other place calling me- (It's weird - somehow I just totally forgot about my plan - that I was going to go from Portobello to the San Blas Islands. ) so I continued to Panama City. I got avocados hoping it would relieve my itching and some veggies to eat. I then checked in at the voyager traveler hostel. They were so overcrowded and only had a bottom bunked available in an extremely stuffy noisy room with tons of travelers so I decided to find my own place to sleep. Found a real nice spot B"H outside.

My ticket was for Thursday I love traveling and this trip has been amazing but somehow - I can't explain it- I just wasn't interested in going anywhere here- seeing anything ... no place was calling me just the airport. I felt I must go home. I tried changing my ticket online but the server was down so I went to the airport. I hung around in the airport till the next day and flew back home. I have been so busy here in the office since then. There was so much work for me to do. This is the first time I have a few moments to write it up. -

THE END
(not really it never ends... we never know what one thing we did, said, heard, saw... leads to... may it all be for the best!)

All the best,

Monday, June 05, 2006

Travel Adventures: History

How far should I go back - Africa, Asia, Europe, N/C America, Middle East...

India, Costa Rica, Panama, Singapore, UK, France, Spain, Holland, Belguim, Germay, Austria, Switzerland, Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Morocco, hitchhiking trips coast to coast, or my 4 month skating trip across America....

With G-d's help I hope to continue living this adventurous life - everyday.. forever.. so I don't think I will blog about history. (unless.. I decide to ..)

The present and future hopefully will have so much exciting stuff.

Thanks for reading my blog.
and have fun.

May 18 Adventure- will you wake them up?


I went hiking last night in the dead sea area. I went to the mineraI hot springs.. they were lovely... I so wanted to stay for the night.. but I just had the thought that my dad might worry .. I should have mentioned it to him that I might sleep over... but how should I have known that. I had no such intentions this afternoon when I left. I was planning to go to Jerusalem to a class but then.. somehow I ended up skating to the dead sea instead. So I headed back home for the night. But before that I hiked around and did some climbing. I had my suspicions about the rock - it wasn't so solid in its place. But it was BIG and heavy and I didn't think that by holding on to it I would get it to move. It looked way too heavy. So I grab on to it and -whoops - it comes tumbling down followed by some more rocks. I hurt myself, hurt my bones, got some abrasions and a few cuts.. it is a bit painful but Thank G-d nothing serious...

Being beaten up by the rocks I was not going to try to tackle climbing up the rocks to get to the road in the pitch darkness. I opted instead for the long but safe 2km path... I got to the road, all dirty, tired, sweaty, with some blood oozing from the cuts caused by the stones that sliced my skin... the salt from the dead sea was aggravating and burning my wounds but I was without any water to wash the salt off.. the mosquitoes were licking my blood and enjoying me.. I was hoping a car would stop and get me to Ein Gedi beach and shower off...dirt, blood, salt, sweat.. and I would be refreshed by the cool water.. but no such luck.. there were hardly any cars at 1:00 am and the one that did pass, did not stop. So I turned to the other side of the road. Hopefully I would have more luck there..

Thank G-d a car stopped for me. He was heading to Jerusalem - perfect... but I couldn't bare anymore the salt on my wounds.. and I was afraid it might get infected from all the dirt as well.. so I got off at the Machsom.. near Darga and washed up there with a bottle of water...
I then had to wait quite a while till another car passed took me to Kalya and then got another lift to Jerusalem.

I still needed to go to Bet Shemesh.. it was 2:30 I was at the exit and thank G-d.. a taxi stopped he said he is heading to Beit Shemesh and will take me for 20 sheks - great! I hop in -- dreaming all the way of some food that I'd make to fill up my tummy - I was starving didn't eat anything the entire day.. and dreamed about a comfy bed for my tired aching body..

The car service took me till my door.. salvation at last! - or so I thought... I turn the door knob -- and hey-- I got locked out... the door was locked from the inside.... especially tonight!! but then I thought hey it can't be so bad.. my father will wake up soon he always does.. every night..quite a few times during the night for bathroom breaks, teas, and just turning over in bed....

but not tonight! I had to stick out till the morning on the chilly steps. I didn't' want to wake up anyone.. I just got in now 6:00 am.. made a tea. some toast. checked my email and will go to bed soon...

Failed: Down the Milky Way!


What a quick descent. I just counted 49 days.. Supposedly trying to reach higher day by day.. Waiting anxiously for the day.. קבלת התורה but then in a moment I lost it! Down the milky way..

(Truthfully I never really started the ascent..Now If I'd really prepare myself.. And would've used the days improving myself step by step...
but it's not lost- G-d gives me another chance today. I really need to control my anger. I pray though G-d please don't test me.
אל תביאיני לא לידי חטא ולא לידי עבירה ולא לידי נסיון ולא לידי בזיון)

I am sure you are familiar with how the refrigerator looks on Yom Tov - jam packed B"H with an abundance of food... cakes, kugels, quiches, desserts.. salads.. I had just finished eating the chopped liver on Shabbos morning.. when I entered the kitchen to prepare a fruit platter and cut up watermelon for dessert so that I can put it in the freezer to chill.. I opened the refrigerator and saw a small puddle of milk. I was really upset at him for not closing the bottle properly and with lots of anger screwed the cap on real tight and closed the fridge. And then I heard a bak-bak-bak-book-bak-book sound. I opened the refrigerator and the entire big bottle of milk spilled.

It was all over the refrigerator.. all over the food.. into the dishes I prepared... for the next hour and so..I was busy cleaning up. I had to take out everything from the overpacked fridge.. wash off and wipe off the milk, clean the fridge and rearrange everything... It was a lot of work.. especially after been tired from preparing for Yom Tov and Shabbos and serving all the meals... and entertaining everyone. He had just left.. and everyone heard my yelling about what a mess he had caused. (ha ironically- it was really me who caused the mess.. but I blamed it on him.. if he would've closed it properly in the first place.. then it wouldn't have happened... but I got angry and G-d showed me - hey you can do it even better... you spilled the entire bottle.....but I was still angry at him and just focused on the times when he leaves things open and doesn't always clean up perfectly after himself... )

When he came back I gave it to him.. "I don't forgive you.. Well not yet.." (an hour later I told him that I forgive him.)

I missed the rest of the Seudah cleaning up and I was disappointed in myself..

What a weakling. You fail where it matters.. כל הכועס כאילו עובד עבודה זרה -not living with a G-dly consciousness but allowing other powers to rule ח"ו.. Please help me G-d to not lose it.

The Perfect Cup of Tea



Over the past few years I have made hundreds of teas for my father. Getting the perfect cup of tea is a real challenge. Maybe only once of twice have I gotten it right with the first try. It takes usually a series of improvements to get to the right temperature, sweetness level, and flavor. Sometimes you mess it up real bad and have to start again.. and sometimes my father will just drink it.. but you know and feel bad that it's not the ultimate tea.

I have made all varieties.. many different flavors and spices.. pineapple, rum, peach, apple, mint, yellow tea, earl grey, passion fruit, tchai, vanilla, standard, Lipton, caramel, lemon grass, rose leaves, with cinnamon, ginger, orange/lemon/lime wedges..,

But it doesn't really make much of a difference what you put in.
The secret for the perfect tea is:
my 100% pure intention to make the perfect cup of tea and my father's 100% readiness of accepting the perfect cup of tea.

Food Challenge

We invited her over for Shabbos last week. It was a bit difficult chasing after her 8 yr old son running around the house… touching e/t.. and questioning e/t non stop. B"H she and her son still had a great time and enjoyed themselves. To show her gratitude, the next week she brought over homemade Challahs which she baked for us for Shabbos.



I know she lives in very small crammed living quarters, with a couple of dogs and cats running all around, and maybe not the best hygiene conditions. Would I eat it? Well, on the amazing race –if it is kosher -for a million dollars -I probably would… so why am I even hesitating now for a moment? This is the real race – the real food challenge – how can I embarrass someone even a bit. So I ate it.. of course with no faces.. and complimented her on the delicious Challahs. It was good!

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Our Amelia Bedelias




We had so many Amelia Bedelias in our home just because my mom had rachamanus on them. My mother wanted to help them financially B'derech Kavod.. so we hired them as עוזרת נקיון, but they made more of a mess then they actually cleaned up.. There are so many Amelia Bedelia stories to fill up books and books.. I'll mention a few.. I had no patience for them and went off to skate the world..

Pizza disaster – she wanted to make pizza bread for herself.. so she put ketchup on a slice of bread,a slice of american cheese and popped it in our toaster. I was in my bedroom and I smelled something funky.. I come out.. and the cleaning lady was almost in tears.. the slice of bread popped out.. but it was no pizza - the cheese disappeared?? What was she thinking? she said her son told her she can make pizza in a toaster. She was excited to see the toaster in our house so she wanted to try it.. Duh – he probably said toaster oven not a toaster...

We asked Amelia once to make a beet salad.. cook the beets.. add lemon.. The beet salad was served - it was so bitter.. I went into the kitchen to see what's cookin'? The pot was still there.. So I opened it and.. see a few whole lemons in the pot!? What's pshat? My father told her to add lemon to the salad..

Our Coca Colas were mysteriously all flat. And then I found out who the culprit. One of the cleaning ladies came with a bag of soft drink caps.. She opened the Coca Cola bottles and replaced them with the ones in her bag. Coca Cola was having a מבצע and her kids were collecting soda caps to win prizes.. We would anyways never know the difference..


And then there soup nuts which were prepared like farfel. Sautéed onion and cooked in water...My mother gave her detailed instructions how to prepare the farfel which she told the עוזרת , was in a bag on the counter.. apparently besides for the farfel, there were soup nuts in the bag as well.. so the עוזרת tried it with the soup nuts. . My mother's reaction to this – it actually tastes really good! It didn't. Correction- it probably did taste great for her… My mother sincerely just saw the good in everyone.. and believed it so.. that that became the reality - the soggy watery soup nuts tasted delicious… but not for me who did not judge favorably others..

We were in the sukkah.. waiting for the soup.. we sang one song.. then another.. then another.. there were no more songs left.. the soup still didn't arrive. My father got up to see what's going on.. The עובדת said she couldn't find the ladle so was putting soup into the soup plates with a dessert spoon!


and the weirdest.. somehow the tissues and underwear always ended up in the freezer. I never figured that one out...

Chaneinu M'itcha chuchma binah v'das!

אדרבא תן בלבנו שנראה כל אחד מעלת חברו ולא חסרנו

Family Players: Mom

Mom ע"ה:
Mom passed away four years ago. The sweetest, most compassionate, most patient human being. She was דן לכף זכות everyone and always saw only the good in everyone and everything. It was sometimes already to an annoying extent. Even though we were certain that something was done with total bad intentions.. there were absolutely no other possible ways to interpret it.. . my mother would somehow still always come up with justifications how it really is good…even wonderful!

She had rachmanos on everyone and patience like Hillel Hazuken. People called her 24 hours to pour out their hearts to her. She would patiently listen to them all and give them the feeling as if there is nothing else in the world she needs to tend to or do.. she had all the time in the world for them.. and she had just the right words to soothe them, heal their wounds, and mend their hearts...

I remember..
Friday night, My mother wasn't feeling too well.. she had difficulties breathing.. especially after working hard preparing for Shabbos. (Again the cleaning lady didn't show up at the last moment.. and my mother had to do everything herself.. Of course my mother didn't have a word of complaint against the cleaning lady. Time after time the cleaning lady promised she will be here on Fridays.. but at the end just didn't show up.. We could've hired someone else.. but my Mom had rachmanus on her "she must need the parnasah.." We had so many Amelia Bedelias in our home just because my mom had rachamanus on them. My mother wanted to help them financially B'derech Kavod.. so we hired them as עוזרת נקיון, but they made more of a mess then they actually cleaned up.. We had so many Amelia Bedelias stories to fill up books and books..

So my mother was exhausted.. she had portable oxygen carrying around with her to keep her going.. Friday night, the men go to shul.. a time to catch a nap before the seudah... My mother had just laid down to catch her breath.., when there was a knock on the door.. I went to answer it and there was some nechs who wanted to chat with my mom. I was about to tell her that my mother isn't feeling well and is napping now.. but was stopped short of saying it.. my mother got out of bed and welcomed her… I have no idea how she had the strength… she didn't.. but helping others was her life.. her real oxygen..

Family Players: Dad

This blog is about me living the amazing race.
I'll start by introducing my immediate team members.. every so often I might introduce new players I bump into on this amazing adventure..

Dad:
Dad huge genius, Talmid Chocham, and Baa'l Chesed. A public figure doing for the community and always concerned about the welfare of others… trying to help them.. ever which way..
Like a true son of Avraham Avinu, when someone knocked at our door, he would greet him them with a huge smile, Shalom Aleichem, and welcome them to our home. He would not let them leave until they have eaten to satisfaction and all possible food in the house has been offered… He would set the table as for an entire army.. full of all kinds of yummy dishes, he would even whip up something fresh.. and would still be running back and forth trying to find what else he can serve…

I still remember my friend once came over to our house for Shabbos.. it was Friday.. usually people are busy getting ready for Shabbos but my father – he always has time for guests.. He offered her some soft drinks, and then looked around in the house for other drinks we might have… There was apple juice concentrate. So eager to find something that she might like, my father served it in a natlan - "here have some.. " it was funny.. I was a bit embarrassed..

I also recall the time when I was in college. I mentioned to my father that we were having finals and since I was too busy studying, I hardly ate anything that day..,
We were in middle of taking the final when my father appeared with two shopping bags loaded with groceries. It was embarrassing. I thanked my father graciously and told him I'll eat when I am done with my exam. But my father insisted that I had to eat right then... there was no use of arguing.. I had no choice.. but to leave in middle of taking the final.. I ate my breakfast lunch and supper and went back to the exam..

One of is striking characteristics is an extreme Omer Vi'oseh attitude. If something needs to be done he will do it right away! Nothing gets in his way. He does everything he can and will never give up. Nothing is impossible. And he expects that omer vi'oseh attitude of people around him too.


Please pray for my Dad - Moshe B-n Tziporah Kreindel
My father had a stroke 4 years ago. As a result his speech and movement is impaired. He can not talk yet (B'ezrat Hashem his power of speech shall return soon ) express himself and is dependent on others for his physical needs. It is hard to imagine a few days not talking a word to anyone.. even for someone who is self-sufficient.. How much more so, for someone who needs the help of others for their most basic needs, yet can not tell it to others..It must be extremely frustrating and painful. Baruch Hashem his B'tachon in Hashem is tremendous and he constantly tries to be cheerful, always chanting melodies, and uplifting the spirits of others.. I would appreciate greatly your prayers for his speedy Refuah Sheleimah. Tizko L'mitzvos.


May Hashem have mercy, heal all those that need a Refuah Sheleimah, and may we all be blessed with continuous good health and happiness.