Well, it’s down to the wire for my bat mitzvah. The haftarah is coming along nicely, though if Elisson and I were in the same room, I think blows would have been exchanged tonight. Or books thrown. I really want to whup him upside the haid, as they used to say. It started on Monday, when he was correcting a trope pronunciation and I said, “It’s Monday. I can’t afford perfect.”
Yesterday, we were arguing about how I pronounced a line, and I heard his wife in the background tell him, “You’re not a very patient teacher.” That made me laugh. A lot. She’s a good woman, allowing me to pester her husband for an hour or two a day these past three weeks to learn my haftarah. I’d love to see them both this weekend, but that’s too much to ask. Ah, well. Now I have to get to Atlanta to visit them and take them out to dinner in thanks for all their help.
Well, people are arriving tomorrow. Sarah’s coming over tomorrow morning to help me get the apartment in shape. My brother Eric is coming a day earlier than I expected. And I really can’t believe it’s almost here. I swear, I had six months to study and prepare just a few weeks ago. What happened to all that time?
This will be my last post until Saturday night or Sunday, I think. There’s no more extra time to steal.
Go Meryl! Dazzle them with your learning.
Saturday night? I think not. We’re going to keep you partying until the wee hours of the morning.
Eastern Standard Time.
Great site here, Meryl! I am just curious…why the bat mitzvah now? I have read nearly every post on your blog looking for the answer to that, but I guess it’s easier to just ask! :) I think it’s awesome and I particularly enjoy the adult bar/bat mitzvahs at shul. I look forward to coming back often to read your ‘latest!’
L’Shalom, Yehudi
Knock their socks off! And have a good time.
Good Luck Meryl!!
Daniel, I never had one when I was a kid. I quit Hebrew School the year before my bat mitzvah, and as I was a girl, my family let it go. My brothers were both bar mitzvah boys.
I’ll post my speech for the full story.
I rmember the old standard from the bar mitzvah speech.
“Today I am a fountain pen”.
How many of today’s youth would understand the reference or why this was a punch line.
How do I throw virtual candy?
Mazel tov, Meryl. Yasher koach.