Jerusalem is a funny place

Jerusalem is a funny place.

-Yesterday, I rode the bus to have dinner with Navah. There was an Orthodox woman (except she was probably my age give or take a few years) on the bus with her 3 children. What is about being a mother that makes you want to talk about your children's bodily functions in public spaces? Just in case anyone is wondering, her daughter will be wearing a diaper tomorrow when they visit their friends even though she is potty trained because she might have an accident. But if she has to go, she should tell someone. And her son needs to do a better job of brushing each tooth, ("woosh woosh woosh" on each tooth) instead of quickly brushing the whole mouth ("swooosh").

- Apparently, I missed Jerusalem's premier High-Octane Jewish Rock concert. Is anyone else struck by the hilarity of the idea of Jewish rock? And what exactly is high-octane? It sounds like something I might put in my car.

- My friend Jen is insisting that we call our Thanksgiving feast "A Joint Celebration of Indigenous Peoples Day and Rosh Chodesh Kislev." I'm not sure if she's kidding or not. (Rosh Chodesh is the celebration of the new month on the Jewish calendar. The upcoming month is Kislev.)

- When describing fruits like raspberries or blueberries Israeli's call them "forest fruit" instead of "wildberries." Forest fruit sounds like something you might want to acquire in a video game, doesn't it?