No Thanks!
We must get a least a half dozen solicitors leaving their scraps of paper, cards, notepads, etc on our door step EACH DAY. I don’t know about you, but I just can’t imagine using that as a reliable method of selecting a tree trimmer, house cleaner, painter, roofer, etc. Not to mention the fact that it seems like a waste of paper and I am REALLY trying to cut down on paper waste.
For a short while, we had a hang tag on the front door that read “No Solicitors” and it effectively restrained the solicitors from leaving all their chazzerai on our porch. And then one day…it was gone. And all those papers started to reappear. First just a dribble. Word must have gotten out because then the deluge started again.
Truth be told, I wasn’t so thrilled with the doortag. It reminded me of the doortag you leave on the handle to let the housekeeper know that you are otherwise occupied in Room 521 (or wherever). Déclassé.
What about this??
Classy. Subtle. Yet direct. And it’s not permenant (PC is ALWAYS concerned about that!) because it’s a vinyl decal. And they can even make one in your favourite colour 🙂
Think it’ll work???
Quality Time — No Kids Allowed
Do you miss them?
Nope.
Do you feel guilty that you don’t miss them?
Nope.
Are we bad parents?
Nope.
On the way back from brunch, PC and I had the above conversation. Thanks to a very kind offer from The Parental Giraffes, PC and I were relieved of all parental duties for 48 blissful hours. A bit over 48 hours given that DadGiraffe took them to camp this morning 🙂
To the best of our recollection, this was the first substantial amount of child-free time we’ve had since before Peach was born. And he’s 15 months old. That is a long time. A very long time.
We didn’t go away. We didn’t buy the bedroom furniture we’d been putting off for the past 12.5 years. We didn’t get to the movies as threatened. Heck, we didn’t even watch the movie we rented.
So what DID we do?
We slept. After nine years of sleep deprivation, we slept and woke only when our circadian rhythms gently moved us to consciousness. And we ate when we wanted to eat. Where we wanted to eat.
We were silly. And serious. And ridiculous. And even somewhat productive (much to my chagrin!). But most importantly, we were just us.
Haveil Havalim #175 — Through the Eyes of Frume Sarah
I hope you’ve got a lot of discretionary time on your hands because the Jewish Bloggers have been very, very busy this week.
Enjoy!!
Israel
Change is in the air over at Kikar Tzion according to Michael.
Wildbeests in Israel?? Not exactly. But close enough…
Settlements — for or against? Over at The Israel Situation, see how it’s never quite so black-and-white.
When is a tractor attack not JUST a tractor attack? Daled Amos is on the same page.
You’re either against us or you’re against us. SoccerDad weighes in on the lose-lose of the relationship between the US and Israel.
Concerning the struggle with Iran, the Lion of Zion shares the perspective of a Hasid Umot ha-Olam: John Bolton. And speaking of Iran, Daled Amos shows us what the obvious problem is.
Mmm…wake up and smell the coffee! Aroma now open in Machne Yehuda (thanks, Harry!)
If we really controlled the media, the Yid with the Lid would not have needed to write this.
Over at the Lilith Blog, Rebecca Honig Friedman reflects on the words of Udi Goldwasser’s mom.
Show your support for Gilad Shalit with this graphic from Esser Agaroth.
And Judeopundit descibes the perfect birthday celebration for a terrorist.
Read about the newest (oldest?) haute couture over at the Jerumsalemite.
Israeli bureaucracy is unlike any other, according to This Normal Life.
Snoopy the Goon shares an essay about Israel.
Now you tell us. Yid with a Lid shares the story of what really happened with Syria.
It is often said that peace will come when Jews and Muslims come together and talk one-on-one. Gila shares her experience here & here & here.
And the Urban Kvetch checks in with the winners of what has got to be one of the smartest gimmicks of the year.
Over at the Green Prophet, Karen reminds us what we learn in Proverbs (22:6): Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
And Robin shares the joys of Tel Aviv in the summer.
Jewish
Juggling Frogs uses a real-life parenting situation as a vehicle to better understanding these three weeks. And Barbara shares some insight into this introspective period.
Tradition…tradition! Karen takes her daughter to the same camp she spent 10 blissful summers attending in her youth. And Meshugganah Mommy is also thinking about Jew camp (yay Colour War!!)
The tables are turnes for Tamara Eden when she goes back to school.
Speaking of school, the start of the school year is just around the corner. Are you ready?
What the heck is a Jewish Coach? Let the Jewess tell you.
Who are you? Or better yet, what are you? Chaviva explores a new way of looking at being Jewish.
Mike in Midwood reports on the lack of derekh eretz at the kiddush.
With the federal minimum wage for non-exempt workers now at $6.55 (which is still abysmally low!), it is interesting to see what Wolf has to say about what women are earning (or not earning, as the case may be) in Lakewood.
Tzipiyah explores what comes next.
The Ima reminds us that there is prep work ahead with Elul only one month from now.
Leora teaches what it means when Rabbi Ben Bag Bag tells us to turn it again and again. The Lion of Zion does just that in Piska be-Emtza Pasuk, or This Week’s Parsha Anomoly. And Jack Reichert presents yet ANOTHER way to understand Parashat Matot.
Aliza shares how challenging it can be to pray while struggling with a chronic illness.
Do you get more mitzvah points for doing the hard actions or the easy ones? NY Funniest Rabbi gets all serious with the answer here and here.
And if there is any question whose authority to follow, Daf Notes clears it up.
Batya points out the irony of the English language and writes about head coverings too.
Shira asks “in all seriousness, why is such a big deal made of wearing a kippah or hat in public?”
Still on the topic of attire, The Rebbetzin’s Husband has this to say about the proper way to approach the Supreme Sovereign of Sovereigns.
Having lived in London, MyRightWord is happy to note that Amy Winehouse buys kosher.
And speaking of Jewish food, the Goy Wonder muses about how gefilte fish and the Chosen People are not mutally exclusive over at the Queen of the Road.
Yisrael Medad zeroes in on two Kiryas Joel leavers and finds that Gitty has Friends.
FrumeSatire explains why women can’t be rabbis.
Politics
Batya wonders who is the best for Israel.
Yid with the Lid points out some odd “coincidences” about timing.
Rhymes with Right muses “Not since Antiochus Epiphanes has the site of the Temple been desecrated in such a fashion.” Curious? Read on.
Write Like She Talks reports on the shanda at the Kotel. As she points out, “if this story is true, then there is no excuse for a yeshiva student snatching Barack Obama’s note in the Kotel or Ma’ariv publishing it. Come on, people – the world is watching. This would not be right, no matter who it was.” Amen, sister!
Only in Israel! Rahel from Elms in the Yard reports on a disturbing incident in the Knesset. Why can’t we just all get along??
Personal
Yisrael means “one who struggles with God.” Jack rightfully earns his place.
Who else but NY’s Funniest Rabbi could so deftly weave together Robert Frost, writing, laziness, saying “I’m just Saying,”and more.
A story of survivial over at Blog d’Elisson.
Leah in Chicago prepares to make a location change, but has precious memories to bring with her.
See how a location change made a positive impact on Vered’s life.
Zemer reflects on his Aliyah experience.
Mottel visits “home” here and here — complete with pictures!
Yetzer yetzer rah rah rah! A Simple Jew shares his struggle.
I grouse about the lack of customer service at Peach’s daycare and how it’s all in the apology.
Channah has survived her son’s first airplane trip and has lived to blog about it.
And Raggedy Mom tries to keep all the balls in the air.
Culture
Wanna wear your identity? Jacob Da Jew tells you how.
An art show for the avant-garde. If you happen to be in Israel, that is.
Is there anything Jewish about the Dark Knight? Dan says “you betcha!”
NY’s Funniest Rabbi shares a unique and personal chain of haiku that at are neither funny nor rabbinic, nonetheless a regular feature on the blog whose name he is thinking of changing.
Say Cheese
Who knew Ken was such a Nice Jewish Boy?? Check out Hatam Soferet’s view from the other side of the mechitza.
MyRightWord asks if you’ve ever seen a car with tzitzit. He has.
A great photo essay on signs by — who else — A Time of the Signs.
LO is caught in the act by Orieyenta.
Batya tours Yerushalayim.
Around the Blogosphere
The First International Jewish Bloggers Convention has the JBlogsphere all atwitter with excitement. Hereand hereand here.
For those more local, at least in the NYC-area, On the Fringe is planning a picnic.
Just for Kicks
Digg.com is a social bookmarking site with users (”diggers”) known for their funny comments. Jacob Shares reveals some of the funniest resume stories submitted by average folks like you and me.
Wanna see some blog diffusion? You too can be a part of the experiment.
Is it true? ARE suburban Jewish girls bigger flirts?
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With that, I hope that you’ve enjoyed this week’s edition. Next up? Little Frumhouse on the Prairie.
Founded by Soccer Dad, Haveil Havalim is a carnival of Jewish blogs — a weekly collection of Jewish & Israeli blog highlights, tidbits and points of interest collected from blogs all around the world. It’s hosted by different bloggers each week and coordinated by Jack. The term ‘Haveil Havalim,’ which means “Vanity of Vanities,” is from Qoheleth, (Ecclesiastes) which was written by King Solomon. King Solomon built the Holy Temple in Jerusalem and later on got all bogged down in materialism and other ‘excesses’ and realized that it was nothing but ‘hevel,’ or in English, ‘vanity.’
Please please please publicize HH on your own blog and share the news about it!
Jewish Math
Do you do this?
When a Jew in Hollywood gets married, do look to see if the spouse is Jewish? Or if they are rearing their kids as Jews?
Our numbers are small and getting smaller. So it makes me happy to see this.
Mazal tov to Marissa and Judah !
Raising Jewish Scholars
Don’t you just love it when someone else says what you want to say…only better??
Check out this article by Sharon Duke Estroff. In addition to her syndicated columns, she is the author of “Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah?” — which I HIGHLY recommend.
Age-old parenting lessons for a brand new school year
The back-to-school season is, for all intents and purposes, a period of pure parental mayhem. From tracking down the coolest Batman or Barbie backpack on the block to searching out that elusive five subject, wide-ruled, perforated spiral notebook that our child needs for Hebrew class, our to-do lists seem virtually endless. . .
The Pressure
Still for many modern parents, the stress of preparing our kids for their return to academia pales in comparison to the pressure we endure once they actually get there. After all, in our achievement-obsessed society, it often feels that our parental efficacy is directly correlated with our children’s standardized test scores. It’s no wonder that the sheer thought of homework, report cards and parent-teacher conferences has our stomach turning somersaults.
And if all this academic pressure is tough on us as parents, it’s wreaking absolute havoc on our kids. Research reveals all kinds of worrisome trends showing up en masse in 21st century schoolchildren–from anxiety and depression to psychosomatic illness to drug and alcohol consumption. So intense is the pressure to perform in school, in fact, that a recent cover story of Newsweek magazine titled “Fourth Grade Slump” reported a rampant and unprecedented academic malaise–characterized by declining interest in reading and gradual disengagement from school–that’s striking American kids.
One of the most marvelous aspects of the Jewish tradition is its ability to guide, protect, and strengthen us at times when we need it most. As if our forefathers could see eons into the future–knowing their ancestors would one day be faced with back to school stress of biblical proportions–they’ve sent sage advice our way. The following golden nuggets of ancient Jewish wisdom promise to keep your family sane, happy and healthy this back to school season–and for many school-years to come.
Study for Its Own Sake
The Mishnah states that Torah should be studied lishmah, or for its own sake. In other words, we shouldn’t learn Torah with ulterior motives (i.e. getting on God’s A-list or wowing others with our biblical mastery). Rather, we should release ourselves to the beauty and majesty of the text–enjoying it in its own right. In doing so, it is believed, we achieve a divine level of existence.
By the same token, we should not present the act of learning to our children as a means to an end (i.e. you study science so you can ace the exam so you can get into a really good college one day). Instead, we must help them recognize and embrace the inherent magic, excitement and privilege of discovering the world around them.
“We live in a goal-oriented society. The value of activities is measured in the results achieved. We study to pass tests. We attend classes to earn a degree. Thus, for most of us, the Jewish value of learning for its own sake is often regarded as a quaint but antiquated tradition,” writes Rabbi Jerome Epstein of the United Synagogue of Conservative Judaism. “It is time for Jews to reappropriate the value of Torah lishmah not only for our personal growth but for the healing that it can bring.”
This is not to suggest, of course, that we place no focus on scholastic performance. We should do all we can to help our children realize their potential–academically and otherwise. But we should be careful not to depict education simply as a stepping stone to bigger and better things, while we’re at it.
There’s a beautiful Jewish custom of drizzling honey on the letters the first time a child learns the Aleph-Bet. The purpose of the honey is not to disguise the work that inevitably lies ahead, but to serve as a reminder to savor its sweetness. Similarly, by following up the nightly homework drill with a family nature hike together–or setting aside an hour one evening to cuddle up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn for some family DEAR (Drop Everything and Read) time–we can recapture the inherent yumminess of learning without undermining the importance of schoolwork.
And on the Seventh Day God Rested
Let’s face it. Try as we might to reduce our kids’ academic stress, we can’t do away with it completely. School is after all, hard work by design. While studying is enlightening and empowering it can also be demanding and rigorous. And that’s exactly the way it should be. Judaism places great value on work, and diligence, and of course, on study.
But our religion also believes in downtime. “Six days shall you labor and do all your work” reads the Book of Exodus “and the seventh day is the Sabbath to the Lord your God [on which] you shall not do any work.”Our kids spend their school-weeks in constant motion, schlepping from classes to baseball practice to violin lessons to Hebrew School. They desperately need a time to recharge and refuel. And in Shabbat, they have it. But Shabbat is far more than just a weekly chill session for our kids. In the Sabbath rituals our children find the consistency and predictability they need to thrive despite a frenetically paced life. They find the spirituality and hope that will keep them emotionally healthy in an unpredictable 21st century world.
Educate a Child According to His Way
In modern day America, cramming kids into societally constructed Harvard-bound boxes has become parental sport. But the reality is that not every child is hardwired to go to Harvard.
The wise King Solomon recognizes this truth in the Book of Proverbs when he teaches us that we must “educate a child according to hisway”. Notice, he doesn’t say anything about our way; or the school system’sway; or the college entrance board’sway. He says simply the child’s way.
On one level these words entail a basic acceptance of our child’s academic realities–coming to terms with the fact that our son may have certain learning challenges that require a unique educational approach, or that our daughter is simply going to be–despite tutoring sessions galore–a perfectly average math student.
But the commandment of educating a child according to his way also requires us to go a step further by recognizing and nurturing our children’s unique sets of gifts and talents–whether or not they’re considered “gifts” and “talents” by modern societal standards. In his Book of Jewish Values, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin shares his take on Solomon’s words. “As a parent you are obligated to be conscious of your child’s special intellectual and artistic abilities and interests. Yet I’ve met parents who have definite views about precisely what sort of person their child should be, and who do not take into account the child’s personal interests. Such an attitude denies a child’s very individuality.”
One of my favorite tools for illuminating children’s unique gifts is Howard Gardner’s highly acclaimed theory of multiple intelligences (1983, 1999) in which he delineates at least eight distinct types of intelligences of value to society that exist in human beings. Eight different realms in which to uncover the sparks of genius in our children.
Kids who are masters of puzzles and Legos, for example, exhibit what Gardner calls spatial intelligence, while children who love reading and telling stories possess linguistic intelligence. Bug-loving kiddies tend to exhibit naturalistic intelligence, while children who get a kick out of strategy games often have logical-mathematical intelligence. Children with natural leadership skills show have interpersonal intelligence; while introspective, spiritual children have intrapersonal intelligence. Kids with bodily-kinesthetic intelligence are agile and physically coordinated, while those with musical intelligence have a knack for singing and playing instruments.
And if you’re especially lucky along your parenting journey, you’ll get to know a child with menschlich intelligence–a spark of God-given sweetness and compassion that far transcends the 99th percentile on the California Achievement Test.
But even if you conclude that your child is not a budding Albert Einstein, you’re in good company. At the end of the day most of our kids are, well, regular old kids–good at some things, not so good at others. And counting on us to love and support them in all their wonderfully regular-kid glory.
*This article originally appeared on MyJewishLearning.com
SHARON DUKE ESTROFF
Sharon Duke Estroff is an internationally syndicated Jewish parenting columnist, award-winning Jewish educator and mother of four. Her Jewish parenting book, “Can I Have a Cell Phone for Hanukkah?” (Broadway Books, 2007) is available everywhere books are sold. www.sharonestroff.com.
When in Rome
Love to jog? Going to Rome? Then Sightjogging is for you! The routes and difficulty level is matched to your desire.
Designed to blend a love of running with historical and artisitic sites, Sightjogging is meant to introduce Rome in a whole new way.
Listening to the tour guide panting was enough for me. I’ll take one of those funny tour buses led by the guide waving an umbrella anyday over a shvitzing, breathless shpiel.
Ruined by the Mouse
Corporate indoctrination at the Disney University back in 1990 has made me a very tough customer.
During an entertaining (and lengthy) orientation, Disney’s four-pronged approach to customer service is introduced with its emphasis on safety, courtesy, show, and capacity (now known as “efficiency”). Disney terminology reflects its commitment to customer service by striking the word ‘customer’ from its vocabulary and replacing it with the word ‘guest.’ Seems like a small thing, but it completely alters how the “cast member” (Disney-speak = “employee”) treats the nearly 15 million visitors to the Magic Kingdom each year. Non-verbal communication is stressed with its reminders that a smile is conveyed not only with one’s mouth but with one’s entire being. In fact, a cast member may never stand with crossed arms, lean against a turnstyie or any other stationary object, never point with less than two fingers, and never, NEVER act preoccupied, annoyed, or bored. Which after walking the exit corridor on Star Tours at 2:00am can be quite the challenge.
Three summers (and winter and spring breaks) spent as a Cast Member have left me a critical customer. Businesses that demand a high level of customer service from their employees are able to enjoy a lasting bond with their clientele. And it really doesn’t take any more time to treat people well than it does to treat them poorly. In fact, I would guess that it takes longer to apologize or make right a bad situation than it would to just do it right the first time.
Little Peach is growing up — and no, this is not a non sequitur. A couple of weeks ago, it became clear that it was time for him to make the move from the infant room to the toddler room. Without going into the details, let’s just say that things just did not go smoothly. There were several communication breakdowns along the way. I am ordinarily a very laid-back parent when it comes to school issues, typically believing that these things are better left to the professionals.
Except when the professionals do not act professionally.
In a completely uncharacteristic move, I addressed the problem with the Director. To her credit, she spoke with her staff IMMEDIATELY. I know this because I received an apologetic phone call from one of the teachers within just a few hours. And have gotten apologies from almost EVERY single staff member in the ITC.
But the apologies were problematic. The staff kept apologizing for the hectic and crazy way things had happened. But they missed the real problem and that was the lack of direct communication as well as a sense of responsibility. Information was simply not shared and that created a great deal of stress. Transitions are difficult. Even when they are good transitions. Proper planning and clear communication is imperative in order to ensure a smooth passage. And take responsibility when things get mucked up.
Because saying “I’m sorry that this was so frustrating for you” doesn’t have quite the same impact as “I’m really sorry that we didn’t communicate our plans to you more clearly. We didn’t mean to cause you so much frustration and we are putting some safeguards in place to ensure that this will not happen again.”
Again??
Sixteen wounded in copycat bulldozer attack in Jerusalem
Sixteen people were wounded, one of them moderately, as a bulldozer driver went on a rampage in central Jerusalem Tuesday afternoon in an apparent attempt to recreate the terror attack in the capital earlier this month.The vehicle reportedly left a construction site near the Yemin Moshe neighborhood and set off towards Liberty Bell Park (Gan Hapa’amon), near the corner of Keren Hayesod and King David streets. It drove a distance of approximately 160 meters, attempting to overturn a bus and crashing into four other vehicles – one of which it flipped over. The man was then shot dead by a civilian and a border policeman.
The wounded were evacuated to hospitals in the capital.
The perpetrator of the attack, Ghassan Abu Tir, was a relative of Muhammad Abu Tir, a Hamas parliamentarian jailed in Israel.
The first man to respond to the attack was Yaakov [Yaki] Asa-El, whose brother Amotz is a Jerusalem Post columnist. Asa-El, 53, a father of nine living near Mount Hebron.
Asa-El fired the first shot at Abu Tir, and then the border policeman arrived and fired at the attacker from both sides of the bulldozer.
Police spokesman Micky Rosenfeld said police sealed off possible escape routes into east Jerusalem, and were searching for two suspects who fled the scene.
The attack took place in a busy part of downtown Jerusalem, several hundred meters from the luxury hotel where US presidential candidate Barack Obama is supposed to stay Tuesday night as he kicks off a visit to Israel.
The bus that was hit, No. 13, belonged to the same line of the bus that was overturned in the previous attack.
“I was driving on the main road when the (construction vehicle) hit me in the rear, on the right hand side,” the bus driver, who was not identified, told Channel 10 TV.
“After I passed him he turned round, made a U-turn and rammed the windows twice with the shovel. The third time he aimed for my head, he came up to my window and I swerved to the right, otherwise I would have gone to meet my maker,” he said.
Witness Moshe Shimshi said that the bulldozer driver, who was wearing a large, white skullcap commonly worn by religious Muslims, slammed into the side of the bus, then sped away and went for a car.
“He didn’t yell anything, he just kept ramming into cars,” Shimshi said.
The driver then headed for cars waiting at a red light “and rammed into them with all his might,” he added.
Channel 10 TV said a mother and her baby were wounded. Israeli rescue services said they had evacuated one person whose leg was partially severed; Israel media said he was in the car that was overturned.
“This was another attempt to murder innocent people in a senseless act of terrorism,” said government spokesman Mark Regev. “All people who believe in peace and reconciliation must unequivocally condemn this attack. Unfortunately, it is clear that we as a society will have to remain vigilant against terrorism.”
Minutes after the attack, the driver, wearing shorts and black shoes, was sprawled backward in the construction vehicle’s cabin, his legs dangling lifelessly.
On July 2, a resident of east Jerusalem rammed a bulldozer into cars, buses and pedestrians on one of Jerusalem’s busiest streets, killing three people and wounding at least 45 others – including a six-month-old baby girl – before being shot dead by security personnel.
Etgar Lefkovits contributed to this report
from Jpost.com
I lived in Yemin Moshe. I used to picnic in Liberty Bell Park with my friends. I attended school on King David Street.
This time it feels too close to home…
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
I’ve known PC since we were kids. We met at shul when I was 9 and he was 12. And it wasn’t exactly a memorable meeting. At least not for me. [PC has a different recollection, but since he doesn’t have a blog…] Anyway, one thing led to another and after a long courtship, we got married in January of 1996.
But what if circumstances had been different? What if our parents still lived in a community where the cultural norm is to arrange marriages through a shadchen? Would we have been chosen for one another?
I rented Arranged from our local Blockbuster and I sent PC into the other room so that I could watch it on Motzei Shabbat. Ay — I loved it! And since I knew he wouldn’t, I figured I’d save us both time and aggrevation 🙂
Go. Now. See it. Thank me later.
Roughly Edible
With each additional child, there is simply less and less time to worry about the small stuff. Although to be perfectly honest, we were pretty laid back with the first kid. So by now, it takes something pretty major to get us going.
Which is probably why we just don’t worry when Destructo (aka Peach) has something in his mouth. Because he’s always got something in his mouth.
“Hey PC…can you sweep the baby’s mouth?”
A minute later…
“No problem. It’s roughly edible.”
Which is code for “not poisonous but not exactly food either.”














