Sunday, December 19, 2010

Busy

Christmas is always a hectic time of year. Traffic is bad, going to get a gallon of milk is an all day affair. Work is hit and miss. Either it's very slow or slam busy. On top of that, I worry about the gifts I bought. I really like getting people things they want or use. Of course Kitten is my primary recipient this year and I hope I make her happy. I tried to listen over the last couple of months and remember the things that she mentioned. I really don't care for Christmas much, but I love to give people things that make them happy.

Christmas is a little rougher than usual this year because Mom is gone. It was her favorite time of year and she used to love her Christmas tree. It would hurt your eyes just to look at it. She had a ton of motorized ornaments. Santa fishing, Santa in a hot air balloon, a bunch of elves banging on bells playing Christmas music. My best memories of Christmas and my Mom come from going to get a live Christmas tree. It was always a pain in the ass when I was little, but now I remember wondering the lot with Mom, looking for the perfect tree. The smell of pine, the cold chill in the air. Dad was always there, grumbling like he didn't like fooling with it, but he would put on his old work gloves and pull out tree after tree and turn them so Mom could make sure all sides were perfect. We'd bring the tree home and Mom would spend hours making it just so. I miss Mom now more than ever even though it's been twenty years since she had a live tree and at least ten since we really shared a Christmas together.

Merry Christmas Mom.

Friday, December 03, 2010

Happy Hanukkah

I've had very few friends that were Jewish, but they have provided me a good chuckle on several occasions, usually at the expense of a ignorant redneck.

A few years back, I worked with a doctor that happened to be Jewish. A very nice guy that certainly didn't broadcast his faith or make an issue of it. My very first day on the job, another nurse pulled me aside and whispered into my ear in ominous tones "He is Jewish you know." I didn't know her from Adam, but she felt the need to try and peg this guy as something different. Her voice carried the impression that this doctor would try to eat my first born given the chance.

I very quickly learned how ignorant this girl was. Shortly after I started working there, Yom Kippur rolled around. The doctor skipped lunch with us which caused some questions. At first, I thought the inquisitiveness was healthy. She asked something that caused him to explain to us that Yom Kippur was one of the more significant holidays in the Jewish tradition and was a day of atonement observed by, among other things, fasting.

It went downhill from there. Rather than just trying to understand what he was telling us and learning about somebody different, she tried to equate everything to the Christian tradition. The first comparison came with Hanukkah and Christmas. I think her statement was "So, Hanukkah is the Jewish Christmas." A statement, not a question. His reply was "Um, no. Christmas is a celebration of the birth of your savior. Hanukkah celebrates the re dedication of a Jewish temple." I'm sure I was grinning ear to ear by now, but she wasn't finished. "Then Yom Kippur is the Jewish Easter." Again, a statement, not a question. I think I laughed out loud. "No, Easter is the observance of the death and resurrection of Christ. Yom Kippur is our day of atonement (I'm sure his explanation was more detailed, but I was laughing to hard to hear most of it.)." She looked a little puzzled at this, but pressed on with her line of questioning. "So when do you celebrate Jesus Christ?" At this point, I was embarrassed for her and had to leave the room while the doctor not only patiently explained Judaism to her, but then had to explain Christianity to her.

So the Jewish doctor was always a good sport. Once, we all travelled to Miami for a conference. We hadn't been there long and were eating on a boardwalk and I noticed a couple of Orthodox Jews walking along the beach. They stood out for obvious reasons. Wearing all black, beards, yarmulkes, and the small aprons at their waists. I didn't say anything at first, but then I began to notice more and more of these individuals until I realized they were everywhere. I finally turned to him and ask (because I know sometimes I'm ignorant) "I've noticed a lot of orthodox Jews on the beach. Is there a holiday or religious meeting happening?" He looked around, like he just noticed it, and turned back to me with a grin and said "Nope, the tribe just likes Miami." I almost laughed fish taco out of my nose.

The best was yet to come. The ignorant nurse had brought her boyfriend and believe it or not, I think he was more ignorant than she was. He caught wind of our conversation and decided to chime in with his intelligent comment. "I was wondering why there were so many Amish here." I was speechless, but the doctor was on his game. "Yeah, Pennsylvania to Miami is a long trip by horse and buggy."

I stifled the laugh this time, shook my head and finished my beer.