Sundays with the Yentas

Since I live in the same city as my mother and grandmother, from time to time we do things together. Typicaly, it is an organized event. I would never subject myself to say, shopping or hair appointments with them. Too much unsolicitated advice and torture. About a month ago, we attended the meeting of a local women's group and I should have learned my listen. There were quite a few woman there of Mama Ruth's age and since she's been kicking around Charleston for some time now, she knows everyone, their deal, their story, where they live. Here's an example, when an acquaintance of hers took a nasty spill on the stairs of their home, the only questions she could ask was, "what was she doing upstairs? Her master is on the first floor?" And this is an acquaintance? Anyway, on the way home in the car, Mama Ruth, riding shotgun, asks if when women her age have a "friend", do they sleep toegther? Um, excuse me, what? Then my mother yells from the back seat, "Ma, you're their age, what would you do?" Ok, so at this point, I want to drive the car off the road into an embankment. But, alas, I soldier on. Last Sunday, we attended a women's health lecture. This is the one where my 91 year old granmother stands up and ask this questions. "I can't walk since I get very tired. Is it OK that I ride the stationary bike every day?" Um, that's more exercise than people a third your age do (myslef incldued). Needless to say, the lecturer was amazed at this question. She also expressed shock when she learned that you shouldn't eat ice cream - apparently, she had always believed it's good for your heart. So, as you can see Sundays with The Yentas never disappoint. Next week, we are going for deli.

I'm A Believer

I am not a a true believer in divine intervention, karma or anything else that dictates that celestial or spiritual beings do things. However, today I believe I might have had one of these experiences. I was sitting in my local coffee shop nursing a cup of coffee and streaming off of their free wireless. I was on the phone with a colleague explaining my current nanny conundrum. I am losing my second nanny. I know it makes me seem like a bad employer. In actuality, I am a very good employer and may also be running a fertility clinic since my current nanny is leaving us because she is pregnant. (that's how I lost the first one, too.) So, I get off the phone and a woman sitting at the next table leans over and asks me if I am in fact looking for a nanny. Now, normally this would piss me off. Uh, eavesdropping? Even though it's something I do often. (I've always thought those long distance earphones they sell on late night TV were intriguing.) But my ears immediately perked up and we started a very pleasant conversation which ended in a potential match. And, if anyone loves a good matchmaker, it's me. Hopefully, this will work out. Now that would make me a true believer.

Speechwriter Gig

Mama Ruth is receiving an award. It's local, it's from her synagogue and, truth be told, her name probably just floated to the top of list. How many 90+ people do they have kicking around who they can give an award to? Not to demean her contribution to the community - she does do a lot. One of her made-up principles of the Evil Eye is that you shouldn't be awarded or call to attention to your good fortune. So, at first she didn't want to say anything. She was being coy. After that set in for the appropriate amount of time, she decided that she should say something - they were going to the trouble of the award and all. So, because I have a communications degree and won an elementary spelling bee, I was asked to consult as her speech writer. I instruct her to put down a few thoughts. CityBaby and I roll up to the house to find a fruit and coffee cake buffet (leftovers from mah jong, I'm imagining) and 8 pages of handwritten notes on a legal pad. 8 pages! On a legal pad! So, I settle CityBaby down in front of the fruit and we get to work. I cut and cut and cut. She adds and adds and adds. I try to tell her that these people don't care that in 1962 she won the award for Israeli Bonds. Heck, in 1962 Israel was just a fledgling country. I inform her that no one in the audience will know who Hedda Hopper and Bess Meyerson are (I had to google Bess). I plead with her to not tell the story, for the millionth time, about how the Sisterhood did a play about her. And, then out of thin air she comes up with the ending: "If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere." Wait, where? What are you talking about? I succumb and join CityBaby on the floor for fruit and coffee cake. And the two of us sit there and listen, for the millionth time about the play and Hedda Hopper and Bess Meyerson and the Great Israel Bond Drive of 1962. Sigh...........

Self Imposed Blog Rule

I have not been a very good blogger. In fact, I've been a bad blogger. Sure I am not twitter which is a blog for time-crunched folks like myself. But the thing that really gets me is I like to blog. I like to write and I like to observe and then dish it up for all you readers. So, I am self-imposing a blog rule: blog every day. Even if it's just to say hi. I have recently gained inspiration from the millions of every day people who following Oprah for a year or creating Happiness or knitting every pattern in a book. So, I am going to blog everyday. Maybe for a year or just a month, I suppose you'll have to stay glued to see how long I last.

From the Library

I have recently found myself visiting the non-fiction section of the library. I certainly haven't read all the fiction out there but had trouble finding anything really compelling. So, I sauntered over to non-fiction and have found myself lost in all kinds of stories. A few weeks ago I wrote about the Pop-Up Book Club and have this to be increadinglymore common. So, here's what I've been reading:

Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert - this book felt a little contrived but I found the Italy part melodious and found the meditation part oddly intriguing. Like I might try meditation, maybe, someday.
Perfection by Julie Metz - fascinating story - author's husband dies suddenly and as she is going through his papers finds out about the other life he was leading.
Please Excuse My Daughter by Julie Klam - hysterical and touching all at the same time. Privileged upbringing finds a 30-something girl ill-equipped for life. Tale follows how she figured it all out.
Split by Suzanne Finnamore - I had read the author's fiction so felt this was required reading. Raw story about her divorce. Definitely not for the squeamish.
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls - another fascinating read. True story about the author's youth and dramatic turn her parents' lives take. Some of the stories were so riveting that I kept flipping back to the author's picture on the book jacket because I was so shocked by it.

And here's what's on "To Read" list:

Open by Andre Agassi (a CityCrab recommendation)
The Invisible Wall by Harry Bernstein (another CityCrab recommendation)
The Rabbi's Daughter by Reva Mann