Murrells Inlet, SC

I made a boy!!

today on things my boss says: "I don't want to pull over and pop a squat because i'm afraid a toad will suck on my ass cheek with its little mouth."

Shabbat shalom :)

we temporarily lost the belt for the torah during service which led to several panicked minutes of searching for it. it was under the table and we got way behind schedule

the the belt ended up under the table because we had to bring it down off the bimah so Rabbi W could read from it (he's in a wheelchair)

he read the portion he read for his bar mitzvah so we threw candy at him

Rabbi M's moving away and we're all Upset

fuck i accidentally deleted the post about the people at my synagogue and i'm mad cause i don't get to go this week, so here you all get to see it again:

my rabbi who will take every chance to tell you how shephardic jews Are Right and curses

the lady with the leopard print bag who dances the whole time

the lady who crochets yarmulkes

the little girl who runs around with her yarmulke on her face and her infinite dolls

my rabbi's wife who introduced doing a conga line during Yom Kippur because "you're all being to depressing, we're getting our souls cleaned today, lighten up."

all the weird old men, except when they eat all the good stuff off the lunch buffet

the very stressed and very tired starbucks manager

the All Powerful Linda

Hannah and her sister who are planning the garden we're going to put by the playground

the other rabbi with the sparkly tallit

this isn't a person, but in case we ever run out of extra yarmulkes, there's a doilie and if you get stuck with the doilie we all get to laugh at you, not to be mean, just, it's funny

Here’s some post-tornado pictures of the sky

“It is the suburban ordinariness of all this that seems, for a moment, absolutely wonderful, a somewhat Jewish history with no martyrs, no sages, no philosophical torment, the grumpy Almighty not much in evidence; a place of happy banality; much stuck into property disputes, dressing up, weddings and festivals; tough army boys living next door to the even tougher goyishe boatmen of the rough waters; a place of unguents and alleys, throwing stones in the river and lingering under the palms; a time and a world altogether innocent of the romance of suffering. but, wouldn’t you know it, trouble came, all the same.”

-The Story of the Jews, by Simon Schama

THEY’RE SWARMING

pictures, pt. 2