The Jewish New Year marks the beginning of ten days of repentance culminating with Yom Kippur.
That’s about all I remember from attending a few years of Sunday Hebrew school until we moved to sunshiny SoCal, where I could concentrate all of my brain cells on yummy tanned surfer boys.
Even though my grandfather was a rabbi, the whole religious thang didn’t have much of an impact on me, other than the Jewish princess aspect because I am a VERY devout Jewish princess-y type.
Although you wouldn’t think so if you had been around yesterday, when I was tugboat man’s helper as we blew sixty (SIXTY!) bags of eco-friendly insulation in our attic.
I would allow no photos of me in a respirator, safety goggles, and work gloves, so you’ll just have to use your imagination.
It was NOT a pretty sight.
More like Cinderella than Princess.
But now we’re pretty much done with our whirlwind month of home improvements; new roof, insulation, termite spraying, and the removal of five trees so we can plant fruit and palms.
This leads us to my secret (had you forgotten?) that I promise to reveal next week.
Until then, Happy New Year and eat some apples and honey (although I’ve forgotten why it’s relevant.)