Wednesday night I went to a seder hosted by friends
from my congregation. Dani was too sick to go. I
think I woke him up when I asked him to drive me over
there; oops. (It was before sundown and I had food
to contribute.) It was very pleasant, and it
included several other people from my congregation
who didn't have anywhere else to go, so I wasn't the
odd person out at the family gathering. (The only
family were the couple, her father, and their younger
son, who is in college. The older son lives in
California.)
( seder geeking )
Then Thursday it was off to Toronto. Fortunately,
Dani was feeling much better. Crossing the border
was innocuous in both directions, though the US
guard looked at us funny when we said we were married.
You would think that no one would be surprised by
last names that don't match these days. (This was
also the first time I had to show photo
ID. Dani always has to show his green card, but
they've never challenged me before.)
( Thursday's seder )
Talk of SARS is everywhere in Toronto, but it doesn't
seem to be keeping people from going out. Friday we
accompanied Debby and Tucker to a crafts show; it was
smaller than last year's but well-attended. And
Saturday night after Shabbat we went to see Second
City (fun show), which was also well-attended. I
thought our brief brush with the outskirts of Chinatown
on Friday was a bad idea, but it wasn't prolonged
and I think it was ok.
Saturday morning I went to Beth Tzedec (Conservative)
for services. I was met at the door by a security
guard who directed me to the SARS instruction sheet,
which said, basically, "no kissing (not even the Torah),
no handshakes, kiddush is cancelled, and don't enter this
building if [list of conditions here]". We heard some
horror stories from Debby (who works in a hospital)
about entire congregations, workplaces, etc having to
go into quarantine because of contact with one person,
so I guess that makes sense, but it still surprised
me a little. I mean, if I'm in the same room as someone
and breathing the same air, does it really matter if
I shake his hand?
( more about services )
We spent most of the time there being "on" with
various family members. While visiting is
preferable to being bored because everyone is off
doing stuff and we can't really go anywhere, it's
also wearing. I really wish there were a practical
way to visit with Dani's family in smaller doses.
We visit with my family several times a year, in
6-8 hour doses, which works well -- but they're
local, so we can.
I also wish some of his family would come to Pittsburgh
occasionally; the burden shouldn't always be on us
to go there. Looking ahead, next year's seders
are on Monday and Tuesday, which means there'll
probably be pressure for us to come up the
previous weekend. I think I'm going to lobby
for driving up Monday, hitting the two seders,
and leaving Wednesday. I probably won't get
away with it, but I can try. (I won't give
the effort four vacation days, so if
we extend the trip it will be by going up Sunday.)
( random travel notes )
I learned two new euphemisms during this trip:
- "highway maintenance ahead"; yes, the sign was orange. That's putting a positive spin on construction, I'd say.
- "unprotected contact", which seems to mean being within 15 feet of someone without wearing a full-body condom. (Well, mask, gown, and gloves; they don't seem to be doing the hats and booties.)