Judith's Breast Cancer Blog

Saturday, July 01, 2006

No oven just before Shabbat

Not that it was upsetting or anything, but when I tried to turn on the oven to cook dinner last night I discovered that there was no pilot light lit for the oven when the range was moved back into place after the tile work was completed. Soooooo, the boiled chicken was because that was really the only reasonable choice. Now that the pilot light is lit, thanks to Tarek, the manager of my building, I can bake again. I forgot how warm a small kitchen can get when there are three pilot lights on all the time. The good old days . . .

The sanctuary at our former synagogue in San Francisco was almost packed today. I saw many, many old friends and acquaintances and brought them up to speed with my doings. One gal, Susan, told me, much to my surprise, that she reads my blog regularly. I'm always pleased to hear that people care and keep up.

The after-services open house was wonderful - one family hosts each and every week, providing food if there wasn't any after services (today there was a huge buffet) and comfy couches and lots of board games. I had a chance to really talk in depth with a few special friends. If I was still living in San Francisco you can bet I'd be there every week. And the house was waaaaay cool, so many interesting architectural details and fixtures. I had a blast just checking it out.

Got many hugs and requests for a reappearance. And so the week begins.

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