I have mentioned before how much fun it is to have an online community email list that is frequented by interesting people who love to help each other.
It's a pretty nice way to communicate other issues as well. For instance, we just had the first serious winter storm of the season. Of course, there is the usual communication that makes a list so helpful:
How do we find out if there is school today?
Is school on time?
School is open today, right? How do we find out for sure? High schools? I'd hate to send the kids out to wait for buses that aren't coming.
We called my son's bus driver and he assumed business as usual. The snow is pretty superficial. Big question is if there's ice on the roads. I assume there would have been an announcement of some sort if there was any problem. But dress the kids really warm cuz it could take longer than usual...
And the final, authoritative word: SCHOOLS ARE OPEN REGULAR TIME
But then there was the stuff that makes living in Neve Daniel, with our amazing winds and our not-boring listmates, so much fun:
There is a black bicycle helmet with yellow flames in my yard. The wind probably put it there. If you are missing it, now you know where it is :-)
Has anyone seen a black barbecue cover flying around anywhere? Our bbq is cold.
Green schach-mat bag on our porch. If you are missing one, we will be happy to return the one that just landed on our mirpeset. That is, if it is still on our mirpeset when the storm has passed...
Yair's beloved kippa flew off in yesterday's storm. It is large and black with purple trim. Please let us know if you find it.
And my own contribution to the weather report:
Just now, btw, I am listening to the wind take red roof tiles off of a part of my roof and dash them to the patio below. The sound is somewhere halfway between beautiful and destructive.
May the rain follow, and it will all be worth it. (I feel bad for my landlord, though. He really liked adding those tiles...)
|Where the tiles used to live.|
|Where they landed. Crash! Bang! Smash!|
|After the Dearly Beloved cleaned up.|
|The wind was so strong, it blew furniture around the yard.|
|Sigh. If we get lots of rain, the cleanup will be worth it.|
I hope all items found their owners, and not too much of value was lost or destroyed. I give the kids a bracha for a snow day -- and their parents a bracha for not too many snow days.
And I thank Hashem for the blessing of rain.
May it continue until our worries of fire and drought and famine have passed. May this year truly be blessed, with rain in its proper time for our crops and our cattle, with good health and good friends.
Happy solar birthday, Dearly Beloved! Till 120, in good health.
Schach-mat: used to cover the traditional temporary dwelling we build at the Festival of Tabernacles.