Last Friday Chiansan visited from San Diego during his week on the West Coast before flying back to China for the semester. I took him and Miriam to Tot Shabbat at Beth Shir Sholom. We were entirely out of place and entirely welcome.
We were late. Miriam was too young. We weren't part of Beth Shir Sholom's camp group. We were the only non-campers. We were the only non synagogue members. We tried to be quiet. We didn't sing along. We sat there on the playground equipment under the tent in the synagogue's back yard. We chatted amongst ourselves. We watched the children mumble and move and sing along. I mumbled along with the prayers. We watched Miriam go for the sandbox. We were greeted by the religious education director. We ate the challah and chocolate chips. We greeted the rabbi. We were greeted by the cantor. We fled, smiling.
Yesterday's run destination: Along Montana
Yesterday's menu:
breakfast: cheerios and blueberries
lunch: the bowties pasta and sauce that will not die
dinner: excellent chicken dinner picnic (lemon oregano roast chicken breast with garlic mashed potatoes, salad with purslane, pears, walnuts, and olives, chocolate covered dried strawberries) at Temescal Gateway Park
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