Each Sunday morning I write my week's fixed appointments on a magnetized whiteboard, as does my wife. A look at the refrigerator door enables us to coordinate our flexible time activities. In the right margin, we write upcoming appointments to be transferred to the weekly list when the events arise. Events are often repetitive. Choral rehearsals for my wife. Obligations at the synagogue, from monthly board meetings to tasks on the bimah for shabbos. Doctors' appointments are few. We each take full class schedules at the regional Osher Institute, three days each. And I enrolled in a monthly session from the Rabbi at synagogue. Few days have no entry on the weekly whiteboard. Moreover, we have our routines that recur without an entry. I exercise and stretch on a reasonably fixed schedule, was dishes at predictable times, prepare and eat dinner. My wife lights shabbos candles and we recite kiddush with shabbos dinner in season or separately when Daylight Savings Time moves the onset of shabbos much past our usual suppertime. I read my NEJM articles at set times and plan my next day in My Space after supper most nights. No reason to coordinate these. Cluttering the whiteboard with too many things reduces its value.
Wednesday, April 23, 2025
Cancelled Classes
Each Sunday morning I write my week's fixed appointments on a magnetized whiteboard, as does my wife. A look at the refrigerator door enables us to coordinate our flexible time activities. In the right margin, we write upcoming appointments to be transferred to the weekly list when the events arise. Events are often repetitive. Choral rehearsals for my wife. Obligations at the synagogue, from monthly board meetings to tasks on the bimah for shabbos. Doctors' appointments are few. We each take full class schedules at the regional Osher Institute, three days each. And I enrolled in a monthly session from the Rabbi at synagogue. Few days have no entry on the weekly whiteboard. Moreover, we have our routines that recur without an entry. I exercise and stretch on a reasonably fixed schedule, was dishes at predictable times, prepare and eat dinner. My wife lights shabbos candles and we recite kiddush with shabbos dinner in season or separately when Daylight Savings Time moves the onset of shabbos much past our usual suppertime. I read my NEJM articles at set times and plan my next day in My Space after supper most nights. No reason to coordinate these. Cluttering the whiteboard with too many things reduces its value.
Friday, April 18, 2025
Getting There
In a week, I promised a person most dear to me that we would get together in NY. She flies across America to enjoy a few days there. I only have one specified day, a day trip not done for several years. My transportation options are numerous. Drive to and park in Manhattan. Drive to a suburb that accesses either PATH or NJ Transit, park at the station, then enter Manhattan by regional rail. Amtrak connects my city with Manhattan, though for a steep fare. Bus options also exist from my city. I could take regional rail to Philadelphia, then a bus with frequent departure and return times from there to Manhattan. Or with senior discounts, I could take regional rail all the way from my town to Manhattan at a steep discount but parallel steep inconvenience.
- Cost/Value
- Personal Effort
- Time Flexibility
- Logistics
- Foreseen Annoyances
- Independence
- Honesty
- Accountability
- Innovation
Wednesday, April 16, 2025
World Zionist Congress Elections
If you draw a Venn Diagram from my 7th grade curriculum using two circles, one for Zionists and one for Jews, most of the Jewish Circle will overlap within the larger Zionist circle. To be sure, people who believe that Jews need sovereignty as a feature of nationhood extends far beyond my Jewish community. It includes all but a few American elected officials. But if you identify somebody as Jewish, it's a safe bet that their attachment to Israel coincides. Many clumsily finesse that reality in the American political and religious landscape. The anti-Zionists on campus can correctly assume that if they chase a Jewish student across the Quad as they shout at him with a bullhorn, they will have succeeded in harassing a Zionist.
Israel has developed over its 77 years of independence from a start-up to a nation with talented, industrious people creating an effective military, a diverse innovative economy, a place of stable institutions and infrastructure. International alliances have been created, some high profile, others more surreptitious. Making this happen amid their domestic and international fractures needs considerable funding, unconditional funding. It also requires decisions on allocation.
While sovereignty belongs to the citizens and other legal inhabitants, diaspora Jews like me get a seat at the table in the form of the World Zionist Congress. Each year this umbrella organization elects delegates from outside Israel to sit in a forum where project allocations are decided from a variety of immense pools of money, all earmarked to benefit Israel in some way.
Eligibility to vote is pretty loose by franchise standards of most nation-states:
- Be 18
- Be Jewish
- Live legally in the USA
- Affirm support for Zionism
- Not vote for the Israeli Knesset even if eligible
- Pay $5
Friday, April 11, 2025
Tax Bill
My financial experts did a good job. Each month, when I review the composite accounts, the sum total increases. My income is very predictable. Wife has a pension, we both get social security, and I reached the age of IRA mandatory withdrawals. More than we spend on ourselves. Everything else stays in a few accounts, most distributed among a single manager.
Thursday, April 3, 2025
Backing In
My new skill. Accomplished and repeated. I've had my current car long enough to pay it off. It's a 2018 model, my first with a back-up camera, though I've rented a few SUVs with this feature. My driver's licenses, though, go back to 1967, including a road test failure for backing up over a curb after the inspector instructed me to parallel park. Since then I have a lot of experience and a lot of habits, with a few insurance claims. I park my car based on those skills, and much less expertly than the residents of big cities or paid valets park their cars. When in a parking lot, as my need to parallel park is rare, I drive into my selected space. Mostly I reverse out, partly using mirrors but partly the camera. I much prefer to drive out, so until this week I've sought a space with an empty space in front of it. That lets me drive forward coming and going.
Mostly in lots I select random spaces, those easily entered. At OLLI these past few semesters, I selected a particular space in the lot that I consider mine. It's only been occupied twice. This lot has no spaces where a driver can pull forward into the next one. All spaces abut an edge. I see lots of cars, mostly SUVs but some sedans backed into their spaces, and watched a few senior drivers doing that. It is certainly safer to drive forward when classes let out and many other drivers want to leave at the same time. Yet my usual location in the lot had been ideal for me. It lies at the edge of a section, with the walkway adjacent to my passenger side. I will never have to worry about avoiding an adjacent car as I exit.
This week, though, a usurper had gotten there first. There being no other cars entering the lot and ample open spaces to my right, what better time to see what the reverse camera can do. I positioned my car where I wanted, then placed the transmission in reverse. The camera image appeared. Making sure no other cars were entering that portion of the lot, I selected a space with no cars on either side. The camera had guides to the side and to the rear. I followed the blue lines until they matched the while lines on the asphalt, then the rear blue guides. The red line indicates the rear of my car. I wanted it to appear a little behind the concrete wheel guide, with the trunk at the edge of the grass. It went smoothly, with a bare repositioning.
The next day my usual space had become available to me, but I opted to practice my new skill. This time into a space with an adjacent car. It went well, though I was more skittish and had to reposition twice. Driving forward out of my space seems a lot more secure than trying to back out while not challenging other traffic. My windshield gave me an ideal view of the other cars entering and exiting the lot as classes transitioned from early morning to late morning.
The rear camera adds safety beyond what mirrors can offer. It can be used to parallel park, so maybe I'll look for occasions to get that experience. And had these cameras been available as a teenager, with their use part of driver's ed instruction, I might have acquired my junior license on the first try.
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Shabbat Pageant
Too much. Over the top. My personal connection to Friday night services, known as Kabbalat Shabbat, has cycled considerably over a lifetime. As a youngster, primarily 1960s, we belonged to a United Synagogue Affiliate, a member of the Conservative Movement. While the suburban Reform congregations showcased Friday night as the demarcation between the commuting work week and respite, the Conservative synagogues held their traditional services on Saturday mornings. Friday nights became special events, attended more for the specific event than the sanctity of Shabbat. My congregation, now defunct, had programming that would violate many of the Shabbat restrictions. We held Bat Mitzvahs on Friday nights. A choir would perform liturgical melodies with organ accompaniment once a month. Programming included guest speakers of community prominence of panels of members doing presentations from campers showing the dances they learned to honoring the graduating High School Class to hearing what a local Civil Rights leader had to say about recent initiatives or legislation. The services were timed for 8PM, competing with That Was the Week That Was and The Flintstones in the pre VCR era. My family essentially only went to announced events. The evening served as much a communal as a worship function, starting late enough so that men could drive home after a long week in the trenches, eat a more elegant dinner than other days, and still get to services.