Remember that scene in Ghostbusters when Sigourney Weaver opens her fridge and is blinded by the light (among other things...)? That same scene played out in my kitchen yesterday (sans the appearance of Zul, although nothing much fazes me post-Ike!) when the power (FINALLY!) came back on at 4:30pm. I had scrubbed it to within an inch of its life -I am pretty sure that it wasn't this clean when it was new - once we started seeing power trucks on our street and was fairly blinded by its bright, clean, cool beauty with its beckoning shaft of light at 4:30 pm yesterday. Nothing quite like a natural disaster to get me to clean the refrigerator.
All kidding aside, some 250,000 in the Houston-area still have no power and/or running water and 400 people are still missing. Hoping that most of them have simply been unable to re-connect with loved ones...may they turn up safe and sound.
And, on another sad note, Friday we said goodbye to Paul Newman, a wonderful man who made a difference in so many lives, completely without fanfare. May his family have peace and privacy in this time of loss and grieving.
We will have Mr. Smith's birthday / Rosh Hashanah dinner after all: honey-tasting with challot and apples, baked honey-mustard chicken, baked leeks with olive oil and rosemary, mashed sweet potatoes (Garnet Yams to be precise), spinach, orange and pomegranate salad, and rice followed by a bangin' banana split cake.
Wishing you all a L'Shanah Tovah Tikatevu! May you be inscribed and sealed for another good year.
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