Friday, August 28, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
King Tut!!!!
The original is here:
Oh, and you can see Rachel's beautiful new quilt hanging on the wall in the background.
Oh, and you can see Rachel's beautiful new quilt hanging on the wall in the background.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
News
Yehoshua posted the visuals below, but I wanted to add that Yoshe Ber passed his test to get his yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do. I went to the test - he had to know around 25 different holds, blocks, kicks, and punches, all in Korean. I was very impressed with the professional atmosphere, thanks to the Russian instructor.
Adina finished the school year with a slew of tests in the 90s. You go girl!
Ferri is learning how to swim! She and I went out together to pick out a bathing suit, and she has been very excited about her lessons. Her day camp (which is essentially an extension of her year at gan) is going very well, every day she checks out the schedule for that day's activities on the fridge. We are also spending some time on reading.
Adina has been reading Fudge books to me and YB in the evenings. When I read them myself, I found it utterly flat, but when she reads them, she gives the characters, well, character. She is really a born storyteller.
The baby's hair is getting longer, and she's learned to let you know loudly when she wants something...I'm dying to hear Mommy, but so far it's just Abba. Favorite game: see the thing fall from the head. Second favorite game: get pushed around in the laundry basket by big sister.
I'm trying to solve a problem in the Recanati quilt, and reading more Kingsolver and Chabon. Frugality has quickly lost its lustre. I vote for fad rather than trend. I want more money.
Love,
R
Adina finished the school year with a slew of tests in the 90s. You go girl!
Ferri is learning how to swim! She and I went out together to pick out a bathing suit, and she has been very excited about her lessons. Her day camp (which is essentially an extension of her year at gan) is going very well, every day she checks out the schedule for that day's activities on the fridge. We are also spending some time on reading.
Adina has been reading Fudge books to me and YB in the evenings. When I read them myself, I found it utterly flat, but when she reads them, she gives the characters, well, character. She is really a born storyteller.
The baby's hair is getting longer, and she's learned to let you know loudly when she wants something...I'm dying to hear Mommy, but so far it's just Abba. Favorite game: see the thing fall from the head. Second favorite game: get pushed around in the laundry basket by big sister.
I'm trying to solve a problem in the Recanati quilt, and reading more Kingsolver and Chabon. Frugality has quickly lost its lustre. I vote for fad rather than trend. I want more money.
Love,
R
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Pics and Movies From This Past Friday
We braved the ninety-something Fahrenheit weather and went for a hike at Wadi Dolev which is right across from Beit Shemesh
Nature's slide...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Gorgeous quilts
This woman in Roumania makes stunning trapunto quilts, and she has a lottery for a free copy of her new book. Guess what, if you post an mention on your blog, you get to enter. So here it is.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Rediscovering poetry
We are having our Russian cleaning lady, her husband, and grandson over for Shabbas dinner tomorrow night. Her Hebrew is pretty weak (she says his is better), so I dragged my 20-year-old Russian textbook out. It's pretty rusty, but coming back, like, uh, figures emerging from the fog. So then I looked up a poem we had to memorize second year, by Anna Akhmatova.
The Muse
When, at night, I’m waiting her arrival,
Life it seems, is hanging by a thread.
Glory, youth and freedom cannot rival
The joy she brings me, with a flute in hand.
She enters, and before I can discern her,
She stares at me with an attentive eye.
“Were you,” I ask, “the cause of the Inferno
For Dante?” – And she answers: “I!”
This was the second translation I found, the first was horrible. Similarly inspired, Adina asked to find Wordsworth's Daffodils, which she read in English. Mr. Carey had us memorize this in sixth grade.
"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I also pulled out a book I bought in my early days in Israel of modern Hebrew poetry, with English translation. Hebrew's better than the Russian, but still not totally there yet.
Wishing everyone a great Shabbas.
The Muse
When, at night, I’m waiting her arrival,
Life it seems, is hanging by a thread.
Glory, youth and freedom cannot rival
The joy she brings me, with a flute in hand.
She enters, and before I can discern her,
She stares at me with an attentive eye.
“Were you,” I ask, “the cause of the Inferno
For Dante?” – And she answers: “I!”
This was the second translation I found, the first was horrible. Similarly inspired, Adina asked to find Wordsworth's Daffodils, which she read in English. Mr. Carey had us memorize this in sixth grade.
"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I also pulled out a book I bought in my early days in Israel of modern Hebrew poetry, with English translation. Hebrew's better than the Russian, but still not totally there yet.
Wishing everyone a great Shabbas.
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