Something has been going on at the synagogue downstairs. There has been a great amount of chanting and singing and general goings-on over the last few days. I've been too lazy to try to figure out which holiday, if any, it is. On Saturday, I heard a lot of commotion down in the courtyard so I peeked out of the window to see a bunch of men and boys gathered and playing some sort of game. So I made Carey look out the window to witness the scene. Just as she opened the window, she heard the rabbi yell, "Wait! I can't pray!" Who knows? They are chanting right now and it's a Tuesday morning. Must figure out what's going on.
In a sort of religious vein, Carey and I volunteered with our church a few weekends ago at L'Envol, which is one of Paul Newman's Hole in the Wall camps for terminally ill children. We spent the day varnishing the fence of the mini-farm in our space suits (see pictures below). I'm still a little confused as to why the mini-farm has a fence because the goats, ducks and roosters we saw were just wandering around all willy-nilly.
In between varnishing, we took a tour of the château and the grounds, which were really nice. We also had a picnic on the back terrace. Carey and I thought we did well just to pack a lunch, but we were quickly put to shame by one woman's virtual cornucopia of goodies in a huge basket. Whatever, our smushed pb&j's were just fine. Well, Carey just had pb.
The people we were volunteering with were, well, interesting. While I was listening to one woman tell me about how she could not find one single volunteer opportunity for her 16-year-old daughter during her Spring break (and I'm thinking, "wow, what a lame Spring break"), Carey was being regaled by stories of how the woman next to her had moved from Alaska because she felt that she needed a man there, but couldn't find one, but that she was okay on her own in Paris. Sometimes people share too much.
All in all, it was a good day. It was almost not a good day when we thought we might miss our train because the camp people insisted we sit and have coffee. But we made the train, so it was a good day.
In a sort of religious vein, Carey and I volunteered with our church a few weekends ago at L'Envol, which is one of Paul Newman's Hole in the Wall camps for terminally ill children. We spent the day varnishing the fence of the mini-farm in our space suits (see pictures below). I'm still a little confused as to why the mini-farm has a fence because the goats, ducks and roosters we saw were just wandering around all willy-nilly.In between varnishing, we took a tour of the château and the grounds, which were really nice. We also had a picnic on the back terrace. Carey and I thought we did well just to pack a lunch, but we were quickly put to shame by one woman's virtual cornucopia of goodies in a huge basket. Whatever, our smushed pb&j's were just fine. Well, Carey just had pb.
The people we were volunteering with were, well, interesting. While I was listening to one woman tell me about how she could not find one single volunteer opportunity for her 16-year-old daughter during her Spring break (and I'm thinking, "wow, what a lame Spring break"), Carey was being regaled by stories of how the woman next to her had moved from Alaska because she felt that she needed a man there, but couldn't find one, but that she was okay on her own in Paris. Sometimes people share too much.
All in all, it was a good day. It was almost not a good day when we thought we might miss our train because the camp people insisted we sit and have coffee. But we made the train, so it was a good day.
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