I had a dream last night that I had roasted a turkey for Shabbat dinner, and while I was carving it I thought, “My, this really is an enormous bird.” Then I realized it was actually a pig. Nausea and horror swept over me to see this pink animal drawn and quartered in my favorite Crueset roasting pan. Just as I was wondering how to get rid of it, a couple of our Christian friends showed up and ate it. Then we all played basketball in the driveway.
Yeesh. It probably it has something to do with this week’s post on Reform practices and the ensuing discussion of how the rabbis put “fences” around the halachic laws to ensure that they’re not broken, but man, this was a weird one. Any kosher Jungians out there care to interpret?
Whatever y’all are eating tonight, blessings. We’ll be diving into a Carvel ice cream cake, in honor of my grandma’s 85th and #1 Yenta Boy’s 7th years, respectively. Happy Birthday, Bubbe Reggie and Abe Lightning!
Weird! What’s with the basketball? B-balls are made from leather — so unlike footballs (pigskin), they’re not treyfe … I think it’s anxiety dream maybe … but that’s probably ‘casue my dreams are always anxiety about my kids.
Hey totally off topic, I wanted to drop you a link to a historic figure that I share a surname with:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moses_Hess
Hermann was cool too, but no member of the tribe … Moses and I share the same spelling and I think some distant family resemblance maybe.
… and happy birthday to Abe & your Bubbe 🙂
Abe was probably more hyped about his age than Bubbe but she ate every bit of Chinese food we brought!
Because we are entering the Year of the Pig!