Butter and jello
Inuits often eat sticks of butter to manage the cold (Thank you, NPR). I know I’ve been famished during this latest cold spell and have spent lots of time eating. My computer is covered in crumbs. But I like writing in winter way better than in summer. In her book, Tracing Paradise, Dawn Potter describes summer in Maine as a time of mass hysteria, where everyone races outside and tries to swim, picnic, garden etc all at once. That’s what it’s like here, too. So, this is the season to stay inside, chained to one’s book, although yesterday night I drove to Worcester to read at the Jewish Community Center. I discovered that Nancy, the woman who organized the talk, shares my running addiction. She, too, gets up Early in the morning to run in the dark and the cold. I was prepared for a tiny crowd (like me and Nancy), but she did a great job of getting people to come. There was an interesting mix of people, some ministers, some Jewish federation people, a doctor or two. I like talking about the book to people who want to hear the story. I also like hearing other people’s stories. One woman told me she used to spend Shabbat at the racetrack with her dad when she was a kid; observance came later in life. Another woman told me that when she was twelve, her parents died. She asked her orthodox rabbi if jello was kosher and patted her on the head and he said, you have lost enough in your life. Jello is kosher for you.
What a great rabbi.