Yom Kippur

Nothing like starting a new year with something you've never done before like... buying a wig.  Naturally, going in to the store I had the attitude of "Oh, I'm just with my grandmother", but as I looked at what they had to offer I have to admit I started to look at some of the luscious locks of hair they had on display, then look at my own reflection in the mirror, then back at the wigs.  I did get close to asking if I could try one on, but decided it was Cele's show after all.

We picked out a lovely wig for Grandma and that was another cancer hurdle passed.  Cele's hair is already starting to fall out so we got it none too soon.  We have decided against scarves as they generally make her look like a peasant gypsy, which is not becoming on an 85 year old;  I don't want to start sifting through my purse for a buck every time I look at my grandmother.

But in the midst of this change some things stay the same, and tonight we had a feast with all the trimmings to welcome Yom Kippur.  Jeremy and I are by now well established chefs, and we managed to fix a fine spread for Cele, Annie and Irving.  Jeremy took the head of the table and broke the bread in Grandpa's place, I sat at his right hand and Grandma at his left.  We then proceeded to stuff ourselves in a manner which was in no way appropriate to the solemnity of the evening.  What can I say, I'm a good cook.