Busy Busy Busy

Okay, I am posting an ad. A quick little ad that will only appear once, and then go away. I apologize for this, but I am worried. See the synagogue we go to (actually the only one in Chenango County) is having a fundraiser. But no one seems to know about it. Why does no one know about it? Because only people on the mailing list get newsletters and someone *^$%^&&%$*****!!!!!

I have no idea. I am a little upset frankly, and am fearful that it will fail because no one know about it. So I am doing what I can to spread the word as rapidly as possible. In the last half an hour I have posted on 4 seperate craigslist community boards, on 2 seperate jewish event boards, and now here. Frankly, I don’t know how they thought they could have a successful event with out any newspaper or radio coverage (and yes I gave them a list of places to get free coverage that I use for the farmers market), no internet coverage except for our little website ( www.JewishCenterofNorwich.com, and no signs around town. I guess they were hoping customers were going to fall from the sky. Again, I have no idea.

So here goes.

The Jewish Center of Norwich is hosting a fundraising Rummage and Bake sale on Sunday July 12th at the synagogue,  located at 72 S. Broad street. Norwich NY 13815 from 8am -4pm.

Thank you.  Now I have to go back to baking the Challahs I am making for the bake sale.  If you need to find me tommorow, I will be baking, all day, for the bake sale.

slow summer?

ha! The only thing slow around here is the sun, which has decided it doesn’t want to make a showing this year.

But with daily swimming classes, market twice a week, and meat bird chores, it has been a struggle for me to find any “summertime”. What is summer time? of that is time to roll down hills, go to events at the library, catch fireflies and random crafty projects. Don’t despair, it is only the first week of summer, and I am sure that as soon as we get farther into summer things will shape up and more free summertime will present itself.

We are prepared however, I have the makings of s’mores, hotdogs and hamburgers; swim goggles and swim suits are being broken in, and now that the greenhouse is finished ( finally!) and getting planted, a lot of free time should clear up.

We have gotten most of the fields weeded well, and only have the greenhouse and it’s surplus yet to plant.

Ah, well time to run and take care of the stinkin’ meat birds and get everyone loaded up for swim class. If the incesent rain ever stops and the sun decides to come up, I might be able to take some pictures.

Peaceful evenings

Evenings in the country are so peaceful. As the sun keeps the sky glowing late into the evening, the birds sing their songs, the frogs and toads croak their tunes, and the wind rustles the trees creating a symphony of nature.

Once the days work is done it is nice to slowly walk along enjoying the sounds of nature until the birds go to sleep and the fireflies make their shining debut. When we moved here I was worried we would be to far north for fireflies. I didn’t know how lovely natures evening (and morning) serenades could be.

I’ve been told there are no fireflies in town, I have yet to hear the birds calling so sweetly when at market, and feel we are truly blessed to have it all in our backyard, for everyone to enjoy. It’s a wonder what a little open space, a little long unmowed grass, and a pesticide free space will allow to flourish and grow.

a legend has passed

Yesterday on CNN it was all about Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson though was still fairly young ( 50) and more some one Aba and my generation remembers. The kids asked who is he? Who is Michael Jackson? Well, that certainly won’t do. Aba gave him his education first. Aba grew up in the ghetto. In the ghetto the kids all learned to break dance in the streets on cardboard boxes. Aba could do the leg flap like nobodies business. He had the jacket, and the glove. He wore parachute pants and watched MTV.

Click on song name to see video. I couldn’t embed the ones from the ’80s. sorry.

He started his class with “the way you make me feel”

then moved on to “beat it”, where they danced instead of fought.

Then “Thriller” ( which I actually remembered watching too). Aba said it was scary.. He remembers everyone (kids) rushing over to Aunt Tony’s house to watch it, All his cousins – Mark, Frank, Judy, Benji, Andrea, Joey, everyone was there. I asked him wehre the scary parts was , and he keeps saying he was scared, that it gave him nightmares. Hmm.

and finally “Billie Jean.

Then it was my turn. I grew up in a well-off neighborhood. No breakdancing, Michael Jackson immitating kids there. Nope, we had more the Madonna, pretty in pink thing going on, with sweaters and ribbons, polo shirts and fancy cars. I had no older siblings, and therefore never saw MTV (plus we didn’t have cable). My Michael Jackson was from my father, of the old michael jackson the little kid in the Jackson 5.

I starting off with “ABC 123″ from teh Carol Burnett show no-less.

Moved on to Rockin Robin

and then finally to “I”ll be there”

Navi was bored during this, and now is pretending to be a zombie. Littles was jamming out to Rocking Robin, and Rockstar wanted to know “why is their hair like that?” ( reffering to the afros). Aba said its an afro and explained that Bampa used to wear an afro and that he has a picture of him with his afro wearing bell bottom overalls, a yellow skin tight t-shirt with a blue monter saying no more misternice guy and converse basketball shoes with the american flag pattern on them. Princess, was just scared during thriller.

A legend has passed, even though we all pretended that we didn’t like him at times, scorned him on his family life or stupid choices he made and his slowly dissapearing nose. We will remember him for his great music, the way he influenced a generation of kids dance choices, and the memories we have as children.