I'm not Jewish. Well, all right, according to my DNA test, I am 8 percent. Somehow I had always suspected I had Semitic blood because I have always, in some weird way, identified with Jewish people, if not their religion. (I don't identify with any religion, though I was raised Catholic.) But yesterday I was, in a way, Jewish. Or I could have been.
Rosh Hashannah, a.k.a. "Jewish New Year," began Sunday evening and ended last night. As a result, I had two days off from school for a religion I don't observe. (Hmm...How do Muslims feel on Christmas or Easter?) On Monday, I did a couple of things and didn't do a few more things I could've/should've done. Yesterday, though, I decided to channel 8 percent of my heritage and observe a new year.
No, I didn't go to schul any more than I went to school. Instead, I decided that one way to honor my mother--and preserve whatever exists of my sanity--was to make a new beginning with a new year.
Now, since you're reading a bike blog, you probably have guessed that my new year began with a bike ride. It's one I've taken a number of times this year: over the RFK Memorial Bridge to Randall's Island, and from there through the Bronx and Westchester County to Greenwich, Connecticut. Not surprisingly, I saw a number of people--mainly in groups I assumed to be families--on their way to or from schul, or perhaps to someone's house.
The weather was more like early summer than early fall: the temperature rose to about 27C (82F) along with the humidity. Still, the ride was quite pleasant: The sun shone enough to cheer me up but was veiled by enough clouds to not drain me.
After riding home, I made myself a meatless concoction of vegetables: fresh spinach, scallions, sweet peppers, corn and mushrooms, sauteed in olive oil and garlic and garnished with some cheddar cheese and red pepper flakes. It was tasty, if I do say so myself. I chased it with a small Macoun apple, Anjou pear, some blueberries and a chocolate-glazed French crueller.
Then I checked my e-mail and came across this:
With all of the things going on in the world, it was nice to begin the new year with some good news. The cyclists are in Spain, but in rescuing that deer, they did a service to the world, as far as I am concerned. Whoever saves a life saves the world. Even if you haven't read the Talmud, you probably have heard that line, perhaps in Schindler's List.
Rosh Hashannah, a.k.a. "Jewish New Year," began Sunday evening and ended last night. As a result, I had two days off from school for a religion I don't observe. (Hmm...How do Muslims feel on Christmas or Easter?) On Monday, I did a couple of things and didn't do a few more things I could've/should've done. Yesterday, though, I decided to channel 8 percent of my heritage and observe a new year.
No, I didn't go to schul any more than I went to school. Instead, I decided that one way to honor my mother--and preserve whatever exists of my sanity--was to make a new beginning with a new year.
Now, since you're reading a bike blog, you probably have guessed that my new year began with a bike ride. It's one I've taken a number of times this year: over the RFK Memorial Bridge to Randall's Island, and from there through the Bronx and Westchester County to Greenwich, Connecticut. Not surprisingly, I saw a number of people--mainly in groups I assumed to be families--on their way to or from schul, or perhaps to someone's house.
The weather was more like early summer than early fall: the temperature rose to about 27C (82F) along with the humidity. Still, the ride was quite pleasant: The sun shone enough to cheer me up but was veiled by enough clouds to not drain me.
After riding home, I made myself a meatless concoction of vegetables: fresh spinach, scallions, sweet peppers, corn and mushrooms, sauteed in olive oil and garlic and garnished with some cheddar cheese and red pepper flakes. It was tasty, if I do say so myself. I chased it with a small Macoun apple, Anjou pear, some blueberries and a chocolate-glazed French crueller.
Then I checked my e-mail and came across this:
With all of the things going on in the world, it was nice to begin the new year with some good news. The cyclists are in Spain, but in rescuing that deer, they did a service to the world, as far as I am concerned. Whoever saves a life saves the world. Even if you haven't read the Talmud, you probably have heard that line, perhaps in Schindler's List.
