Yoma, “the day,” is what today is called in Yiddish. The day of atonement. I have fasted, except for just having had a Coke, which I couldn’t seem to resist. I should be good till sundown now.
My nice Jewish hotel does keep a buffet out for those not fasting, and the food keeps staring at me! 😈 I have to get over this. I should know better than to anthropomorphize a bowl of olives. Olives with spices and peppers! Yum! Stop it! Argh!!!
My friends are all conducting their relative Yom Kippur services. I read the appropriate sections in my Chumash, and all the notes as well (of which there are many). I walk the beach, and note how very many nice Jewish families are out for a holiday. Again, there are signs in three languages saying “No Swimming.” Again, scores of people ignore the signs. Not me… it’s easier to obey the signs, though, when you haven’t brought your bathing suit.
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