Today is a full day, and tonight and most of tomorrow I will be in synagogue. I’m going to break my fast with Sarah and family, which means I won’t be getting home until late.
Posting will probably be about as light as my meals tomorrow. Until tomorrow night, of course.
You know, I blame my teachers in Hebrew school, but this time of year, I have never been able to shake the image of a giant, open book in the sky, waiting for Gd to write down what’s going to happen to me next year. Oh, well. It is kind of a neat image, after all.
G’mar chatima tova to my Jewish readers. To everyone else: No, it’s not acceptable to say “Happy Yom Kippur!”
I once sent in a donation to the public radio station in NYC simply because their DJ said, “This is WBAI, the station that will never wish you a happy Yom Kippur” during a pledge drive. (No, I didn’t do it on Yom Kippur.) Kathy something. Irish last name. Same name as a bar on Bloomfield Avenue in Clifton. It’ll come to me.
Rambling? Yes. Time to wrap things up.
Oh, yes. An easy fast to you, too.
A constructive Yom Kippur, of growth and self-understanding, of a greater connection to G-d.
and have an easy fast
G’mar chatima tova
If Happy Yom Kippur is not proper, what is?
Don, well, “Have an easy fast” is a good one, but the main reason you don’t want to say “Happy Yom Kippur” is because you’re saying “Happy Day of Atonement.”
I really don’t think you’re trying to tell someone to be happy on the day they’re atoning for their sins. It makes you look silly.
You can just wish us a happy new year on Rosh Hashana and you’re pretty much done with the holiday greetings.
Where on Bloomfield? I’ll drive by later and get you the name.
(I’m in Passaic Park.)