Osteopath, Jewish geography, first kosher restaurant in town
So many men doctors, so little time…
Went to Doctor L, osteopath. He was the only one who mentioned teeth. He is known for doing “miracles” on people who had lost hope. Don’t worry, my husband paid attention to what he said and there is no reason to suspect avoda zara.
When I was pregnant I joked, would I have my last teeth before my daughter has her first? I should have closed my mouth.
Uncle Eliyahu left. His train was cancelled, and he had to take one to Lille, France, and then wait for one for Brussels, Belgium. He was annoyed!
This time, he wasn’t as annoying as other times. He made an effort, or his new shidduch is making him less difficult. As I guessed, he gave us 500 euros, this time “for Mati”.
We managed to attend the first shabbes community meal. It rocked! The food was nice, although really not to David’s (picky) taste. Salads, then dafina (North African chulent), then fruits and Hanuka treats. I noticed several members had joined Facebook and our community group. One of them had one of his friends from another, not so close, town, ask him if he knew “Ruchel from Here”. I am becoming famous around Paris!
Suddenly even the non nice ladies were all nice. Weird. It was fun to discuss with everyone, and it lasted until afternoon prayer. They actually made it sooner, because they knew if they waited too much they wouldn’t have minian.
The really crazy thing was this: when we went to Israel to introduce Mati to the extended family, David wanted to see his x chavrusa but couldn’t get him on the phone. He was all disappointed. Well, while discussing with a lady, we found out… she is the aunt of the brother in law of the chavrusa! I LOOOOVE Jewish geography! David was crazy when I told him!
During the meal, the mayor went to visit us. He told us he hopes the Muslims stay a tiny tiny minority in town, but that he would rather have them in an official mosque than gathering in parkings and not being able to check what kind of imam they listen to. Next year, he said, we’ll light Hanuka candles at the same time as those in our twin towns in Israel. Maybe we should ask him to build an eruv. They have one in a few towns, and I’m jealous as heck, being one of the only women in the community who don’t push their carriage on shabbes (still better than coming in car, though).
Speaking of feeling alone in my practice, I discovered that the two other very very very machmir Modern Orthodox (a 30 yrs old North African woman, and a middle aged Ashkenazic woman) in town in fact only cover their hair in the synagogue and in religious situations (candle lighting…). I am the ONLY ONE IN THE TOWN AND AROUND THE TOWN WHO COVERS HER HAIR IN HER EVERY DAY LIFE. For some reason this really drives me nuts. I wish the fanatics who tell me it doesn’t count because “much of it is showing” lived here.
It was also a weird feeling to stay sitting during the shabbes meal Kiddush, while all the others were standing (different rites). Oh well. This bothers me much less than the hair thing.
My father says a Lebanese kosher take out has opened near the metro. I’m not into Lebanese food at all, but I’m going to need to check that. He says it is teuda-less because it doesn’t have the money, but the owner is frum (not necessarily means it’s kosher, I know frum owners of non kosher restaurants). Apparently, though, it’s no good and already failing. Too many people eating everything but meat or cold stuff or whatever in non kosher restaurants for a bad kosher restaurant to survive.
Went to Doctor L, osteopath. He was the only one who mentioned teeth. He is known for doing “miracles” on people who had lost hope. Don’t worry, my husband paid attention to what he said and there is no reason to suspect avoda zara.
When I was pregnant I joked, would I have my last teeth before my daughter has her first? I should have closed my mouth.
Uncle Eliyahu left. His train was cancelled, and he had to take one to Lille, France, and then wait for one for Brussels, Belgium. He was annoyed!
This time, he wasn’t as annoying as other times. He made an effort, or his new shidduch is making him less difficult. As I guessed, he gave us 500 euros, this time “for Mati”.
We managed to attend the first shabbes community meal. It rocked! The food was nice, although really not to David’s (picky) taste. Salads, then dafina (North African chulent), then fruits and Hanuka treats. I noticed several members had joined Facebook and our community group. One of them had one of his friends from another, not so close, town, ask him if he knew “Ruchel from Here”. I am becoming famous around Paris!
Suddenly even the non nice ladies were all nice. Weird. It was fun to discuss with everyone, and it lasted until afternoon prayer. They actually made it sooner, because they knew if they waited too much they wouldn’t have minian.
The really crazy thing was this: when we went to Israel to introduce Mati to the extended family, David wanted to see his x chavrusa but couldn’t get him on the phone. He was all disappointed. Well, while discussing with a lady, we found out… she is the aunt of the brother in law of the chavrusa! I LOOOOVE Jewish geography! David was crazy when I told him!
During the meal, the mayor went to visit us. He told us he hopes the Muslims stay a tiny tiny minority in town, but that he would rather have them in an official mosque than gathering in parkings and not being able to check what kind of imam they listen to. Next year, he said, we’ll light Hanuka candles at the same time as those in our twin towns in Israel. Maybe we should ask him to build an eruv. They have one in a few towns, and I’m jealous as heck, being one of the only women in the community who don’t push their carriage on shabbes (still better than coming in car, though).
Speaking of feeling alone in my practice, I discovered that the two other very very very machmir Modern Orthodox (a 30 yrs old North African woman, and a middle aged Ashkenazic woman) in town in fact only cover their hair in the synagogue and in religious situations (candle lighting…). I am the ONLY ONE IN THE TOWN AND AROUND THE TOWN WHO COVERS HER HAIR IN HER EVERY DAY LIFE. For some reason this really drives me nuts. I wish the fanatics who tell me it doesn’t count because “much of it is showing” lived here.
It was also a weird feeling to stay sitting during the shabbes meal Kiddush, while all the others were standing (different rites). Oh well. This bothers me much less than the hair thing.
My father says a Lebanese kosher take out has opened near the metro. I’m not into Lebanese food at all, but I’m going to need to check that. He says it is teuda-less because it doesn’t have the money, but the owner is frum (not necessarily means it’s kosher, I know frum owners of non kosher restaurants). Apparently, though, it’s no good and already failing. Too many people eating everything but meat or cold stuff or whatever in non kosher restaurants for a bad kosher restaurant to survive.