Friday, March 16, 2012

Week in Seven Words #110

On Purim I discover two new synagogues. One is more formal, ordered, and elegant. The other is smaller and more relaxed, with an atmosphere of scrappiness and inspiration, impassioned talks that spill over their time limit. I'm drawn more to the second one than the first, but they both have interesting programs; I like that they're only several blocks apart, making it easier for me to bounce back and forth between them.

In kindergarten one of the first phrases he picked up was 'no fair.' He uses it in a complaining tone for just about anything that doesn't go his way, sometimes with justification, other times not. I don't know if he understands what 'fair' really means, aside from "things didn't happen the way I thought they should" - but then again many adults use that as the operative definition of 'fair' as well.

As she grows older she has a more flexible way of playing with her toys. Instead of sticking to a rigid script, she's more apt to improvise or respond to improvisation, to start up longer conversations and interactions between the characters. It makes an hour of My Little Ponies more entertaining.

As I watch them howling with laughter at the dining room table, I smile and remember how as a child just about anything could set me off when I was in a certain mood, and I'd be laughing so hard my stomach would hurt. It still happens these days - this doubled-over, knee-slapping happiness - but much more rarely. (It reminds me of my favorite scene in Mary Poppins: the tea party on the ceiling and that wonderful song, "I Love to Laugh.")

When people need to stay in a hospital they're fighting not only the original illness or condition that landed them there; in too many cases they're also battling medical incompetence and strains of bacteria resistant to antibiotics.

The day has a warm and expansive personality, greeting me with a kiss to the cheek as I step out the door.

In the middle of a Foosball game I can't come up with a word for the spinning bars on which the player figurines are mounted, so I just call them 'shish-kebabs.'


naida said...

So true about pathogenic. My girlfriend went in for a routine one day operation, and weeks later she found out she also left the hospital with MRSA.
I love what you did with 'smooch' and 'choice'.
Enjoy your weekend!

Relyn said...

fair is so true - too true really

John Hayes said...

What is the word for the spinning bars on which the foosball players are located? I like shish-ka-bobs myself! Interesting observations about the children.

Deb said...

So many good words for the day. I love your blog. :] Thanks for stopping at mine. I left a new entry to answer your and other questions about which I think are Jodi Picoult's best books. Hope you have time to come back sometime!

Nan said...

I love the adjective 'scrappiness' for a synagogue. How lucky to be able to go back and forth. I'd love to hear more about what the programs are. Have you, by any chance, read the Rabbi Small books by Harry Kemelman? Most of what I know about synagogues and Jewish life, I learned from him. How I love that series, and am planning to read it all over again.

Are the children you describe your own little ones?

I cannot remember when I've laughed like that - those real giggles that I cannot stop. I miss them.

HKatz said...

@ Naida - that's terrible. I hope she recovered quickly.

@ Relyn - yep, that's what kids see all around them

@ John - I've started looking around but have only seen it described as a rotating bar or spinning bar.

@ Deb - thanks, I'll look at those recommendations

@ Nan - most of my childhood I went to a scrappy synagogue, without many people but with interesting characters. As for the children, they're not my own little ones, but they're family :)

Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.

Lucy said...

Somehow it's reassuring to hear that My Little Pony is still in vogue!

Foosball in French is 'le babyfoot', I suppose because the little figures look like babies.

HKatz said...

'Le babyfoot' is such a funny name. I think that's how I'll think of it.

My Little Ponies seems to be alive and well, yes :)

Thanks for stopping by.