Sentences that I would have never, ever predicted one year ago:
“The sukkah in the front of the synagogue is not kosher, because we can’t give it three walls and still make it drive-through. Please make sure everyone is wearing masks when you go through.”
I’m not Jewish, but my wife and kids are, and that was the message from our synagogue today. Imagine reading that one year ago and trying to make sense of it.
Chag Sameach to anyone who’s celebrating.
I am currently trying to convince somebody that it was created in the 1950s, originally intended to be stocked in fallout shelters where it would provide enough calories to allow people to exist for the twenty-odd years until it was safe to come out.
It suddenly occurred to me I had no idea how many people might be singing along with the Muzak under their masks.
A final reminder that my son and his girlfriend are riding today to raise money and awareness for Charcot-Marie-Tooth, a rare degenerative neurological disease.
I promised I wouldn’t post the long version of this more than once, so it’s here
Next year, assuming the world returns to semi-normal, I’ll be joining them (though more likely on a walk than a ride). And let’s be honest, it’s more interesting when there’s a separate CIDU tally.
As always, thanks for your support both with CMT this year and with the March of Dimes Walkathon for the first twenty years of the century.
Without looking it up, who knows what book Airplane! was based on?
Since the March of Dimes Walkathon isn’t happening this year (though as Chak reminded me, my 27-year streak isn’t affected if the event doesn’t take place), I was hoping to move our support over to Charcot-Marie-Tooth, a rare degenerative neurological disease with which my son’s girlfriend was. They’re doing a bike ride at the end of this month to raise awareness and money for research.
(I promised I wouldn’t post the long version of this more than once, so it’s here)
Almost immediately, support started coming in from CIDU visitors, and we’re all very grateful.
(Disclaimer: We are not donating money for Mary Cate’s ride: our son is part of the same team, of course, and nobody’s visiting his page: it’s just sitting there like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree, and it’s really sad)
A couple of people have reported having trouble making donations online. Please let me know if you do, and maybe I can help.
My collection to date (excluding the boring ones):
(I couldn’t get the mask to photograph properly, but it was this print)
More on the way.
B.A.: Maybe it’s just me, or maybe this 1997 song just didn’t age well, or maybe it’s a generational thing (I was in my second year of nursery school when it was released)… but I listen to this and I hear a song about an emotionally abusive relationship. Nothing ambiguous about it. I would tell Shania to kick his ass to the curb before she becomes a police statistic.
(A hypothetical, based on a true story)
What would be more catastrophic for you: losing your cellphone, or losing your wallet?
