Which means I’m not actually here, writing this. Because I’m too lazy to drag my computer along with me. And also our family kind of resembles a circus pulling into town and I prefer to stay as inconspicuous as possible. So. This is a fake entry.
In which I do nothing except tell you that in my Jewish Wisconsin class? There are a lot of old Jewish doctors? And one of them was Father Groppi’s personal physician? Even though he was an OB/GYN?
Yeah. I think that should have been kind of telling, but whatever.
Father Groppi is quite the topic around our house, mostly because my dad grew up on the south side and I think he’s torn between being disturbed by his liberalness (is that a word?) and finding him fascinating. So these last few lectures have been interested.
Next week we’re doing the synagogues. Woot. Which means the entire class will be, “Well, Tim, when we moved to Brown Deer with Emanu-El…*twenty minutes of rambling while I pick at my nails and picture the professor in vestments (it’s a thing)*”. And I’ll have nothing to add because I’m a poor little shiksa. *sigh*