I CAN HAS HAMBRGR? Apparently not.
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captainsblogEmily done me proud today.
A classmate of hers is the son of a single mother living near here, who has a rare form of leukemia, and for whom our sister synagogue Temple Beth Am was putting on a spaghetti dinner fund-raiser this afternoon.
Em roused herself way before her usual Sunday waking hour- and indeed, before mine- to be sure we got to church today in time to announce the fund-raiser to everyone in our congregation.
At least one of our friends from there wound up going to the event, sitting next to us; beforehand, she said to me, "If all the kids in the world were like Emily, the world would be a better place."
/melt
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That's the mushy part. Here's the goofy one.
The dinner was from 4 until 7. Ten bucks got you a side salad, a hulking plate of spaghetti with a coupla spicy meat-a-balls (coated in parmesan cheese, this synagogue being the Buffalo equivalent of a Reform congregation in our last town which we always called Temple Ham Sandwich). Since Eleanor worked until almost 7 today, we bagged up a takeout portion for her, which I had ready when she got home.
Half the pasta and one meatball in, she paused, returning to the kitchen for another glass of wine while leaving her entree perched on the edge of the sofa where we were finishing our evening entertainment of Steve McQueen in Bullitt. When she returned, Michelle the cat had already weighed in on her own meal preferences, and was holding the remaining meatball in her teeth like a mother cat holding a kitten by its neck. Gawd she looked so pleased with herself.
Between Eleanor shooing her and me laughing my fool head off, the cat proceeded to drop her booty onto the floor. Where, within nanoseconds, a hurricane of dog proceeded to pass through and deprive both of the alternate household species of their remaining spherical meat.
We humans all just laughed it off and reminded ourselves that the meal was for a good cause. The cat, however, will be sitting shiva here the next four nights from 7 until 9.
A classmate of hers is the son of a single mother living near here, who has a rare form of leukemia, and for whom our sister synagogue Temple Beth Am was putting on a spaghetti dinner fund-raiser this afternoon.
Em roused herself way before her usual Sunday waking hour- and indeed, before mine- to be sure we got to church today in time to announce the fund-raiser to everyone in our congregation.
At least one of our friends from there wound up going to the event, sitting next to us; beforehand, she said to me, "If all the kids in the world were like Emily, the world would be a better place."
/melt
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That's the mushy part. Here's the goofy one.
The dinner was from 4 until 7. Ten bucks got you a side salad, a hulking plate of spaghetti with a coupla spicy meat-a-balls (coated in parmesan cheese, this synagogue being the Buffalo equivalent of a Reform congregation in our last town which we always called Temple Ham Sandwich). Since Eleanor worked until almost 7 today, we bagged up a takeout portion for her, which I had ready when she got home.
Half the pasta and one meatball in, she paused, returning to the kitchen for another glass of wine while leaving her entree perched on the edge of the sofa where we were finishing our evening entertainment of Steve McQueen in Bullitt. When she returned, Michelle the cat had already weighed in on her own meal preferences, and was holding the remaining meatball in her teeth like a mother cat holding a kitten by its neck. Gawd she looked so pleased with herself.
Between Eleanor shooing her and me laughing my fool head off, the cat proceeded to drop her booty onto the floor. Where, within nanoseconds, a hurricane of dog proceeded to pass through and deprive both of the alternate household species of their remaining spherical meat.
We humans all just laughed it off and reminded ourselves that the meal was for a good cause. The cat, however, will be sitting shiva here the next four nights from 7 until 9.
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Date: 2009-03-23 11:05 am (UTC)*snork*
And now I can't stop singing "On top of spaghetti, all covered in cheese. I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed..."
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Date: 2009-03-24 05:47 pm (UTC)Ha!
Date: 2009-03-25 10:42 pm (UTC)