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L'shanah tovah!
This month is an important one for we Jews. Or even for half-Jews, like me. Rosh Hashanah was last week, which means it's now the Jewish year 5766. Mum and I went to temple with Auntie Tamar and Uncle Noah, and of course there were all sorts of other family members there--the Wassermans and the Brownsteins, and a few Sirkins, and even another O'Shea! (Mum's the other O'Shea) I was the only Midgen, though, as the bloke Tibby's dating is Church of England so she's pretending she is now, too. But even without her Mum and I enjoyed listening to the shofar and reading from the machzor, and later at Auntie Tamar's we ate apples and honey. Before I left Auntie Tamar gave me business cards for two podiatrists and an orthodontist. All of them would make "corking husbands," she claimed, so I asked her if that meant I could marry all three and she only laughed. Auntie Tamar doesn't mind if I'm cheeky, even on Rosh Hashanah.
Some people don't understand how I can be both a Jew and a Catholic. Well, I don't understand it either, and I'm not sure it's something I can explain in words. All I know is that Mum introduced me to both the Jewish and Catholic faiths when I was very young, and told me that when I was grown up enough I could choose between them, if I wanted. But I've never wanted to choose, and I've never felt like G-d or God has wanted me to, either. Tibby says I'm just greedy about G-d, and I suppose it could be that she's right. Is that a problem, I wonder?
Yom Kippur begins at sunset on Wednesday and I plan to be very observant this year. I'm even going to do the 25-hour fast. I'm not sure why I feel the need for such complete atonement, but nevertheless I do. Because I use such nasty language, maybe. And sometimes I make rude finger gestures at drivers, too.
Oh! Before I forget... It's against the rules to have sex on Yom Kippur, so don't bother to ask!
This month is an important one for we Jews. Or even for half-Jews, like me. Rosh Hashanah was last week, which means it's now the Jewish year 5766. Mum and I went to temple with Auntie Tamar and Uncle Noah, and of course there were all sorts of other family members there--the Wassermans and the Brownsteins, and a few Sirkins, and even another O'Shea! (Mum's the other O'Shea) I was the only Midgen, though, as the bloke Tibby's dating is Church of England so she's pretending she is now, too. But even without her Mum and I enjoyed listening to the shofar and reading from the machzor, and later at Auntie Tamar's we ate apples and honey. Before I left Auntie Tamar gave me business cards for two podiatrists and an orthodontist. All of them would make "corking husbands," she claimed, so I asked her if that meant I could marry all three and she only laughed. Auntie Tamar doesn't mind if I'm cheeky, even on Rosh Hashanah.
Some people don't understand how I can be both a Jew and a Catholic. Well, I don't understand it either, and I'm not sure it's something I can explain in words. All I know is that Mum introduced me to both the Jewish and Catholic faiths when I was very young, and told me that when I was grown up enough I could choose between them, if I wanted. But I've never wanted to choose, and I've never felt like G-d or God has wanted me to, either. Tibby says I'm just greedy about G-d, and I suppose it could be that she's right. Is that a problem, I wonder?
Yom Kippur begins at sunset on Wednesday and I plan to be very observant this year. I'm even going to do the 25-hour fast. I'm not sure why I feel the need for such complete atonement, but nevertheless I do. Because I use such nasty language, maybe. And sometimes I make rude finger gestures at drivers, too.
Oh! Before I forget... It's against the rules to have sex on Yom Kippur, so don't bother to ask!