In my dream the Ku Klux Klan had a rally in my town's center.
There was a counter-protest worship service nearby, outside a synagogue I'd never seen before.
(I wondered why we were members of a synagogue the next town over instead of this one, and concluded that this one must be Reform instead of Conservative.)
The rabbi had wheelie sneakers; she glided around the front of the congregation. There were empty chairs, but no extra prayer books. I tried to find a chair with a prayer-book so I could join in, but the service ended before I found one.
The synagogue was packed up into a tent to be driven away
So that's why I'd never seen it before: it was temporary and mobile.
Later, inside some building in town, I was with people I didn't know, but chatting in a friendly way. I quoted lines from a country music song--Miranda Lambert's one about being ready to shoot her abusive man when he got home. The old guy I quoted it to smiled. But there was something in his eyes that made me wonder if I shouldn't have quoted something so feminist.
A little boy from the hate group came in and spouted words meant to provoke one of us into fighting him. He gave me the impression he was used to beatings from his own group. I said, "Even murderers raise their children to be good and kind to everybody until they turn 14 or so & then they say it's time to kill people." I put my arms around him and gave him a hug.
Later, I walked over to another group of children at a table. They were reading comic books left by the hate group. I asked one of the children about it. He explained why Jews were bad. I attempted Socratic method to convince him otherwise, asking questions. He brought up circumcision. I defended how I had seen it practiced. "The baby gets a sip of wine before and then goes to his mother after. He is OK." The discussion escalated, I don't remember most of the words. I just remember my last words were a declaration that ended in "...Jews like me."
At those words, everyone in the room--children and adults--stood up and looked at me with hard hostile stares that told me to leave.
The clock radio went off.
It was 6am.
National Public Radio announced that Britain had voted to leave the European Union.
Thursday, June 09, 2016
According to a website called Pure Wow! Here listed are
with my comments:
- The perfect white tee
- No, nothing white, I always get it stained.
- A few neutral colored tee shirts that don't have anything written on them would work.
- Gray, Charcoal Gray, Tan, Heather Blue
- OK, but preferably a loose cotton machine-washable one
- Linen is nice in the summer too
- Hah! No. No skirts. My shape is the problem
- Skirts are very sensitive to expansion and contraction of waistline
- A plain dress of some sort is acceptable.
- Although I avoid dresses because they create complications with shoes and socks
- OK, a pair of jeans. Two pairs. Black and blue.
- Lightweight blue for summer.
- White again. Danger. Only if you need it for a job interview
- Otherwise, fine, some kind of blouse.
- Not. Not with my fat arms. Substitute one of the neutral-colored t-shirt
- Maybe. But other cloth jackets are often better-looking
- Denim jackets can be styled rather weird and look outdated soon
- No skirts.
- Horizontal stripes. Hahaha. I learned that was a no-no in 9th grade. Only for the thin & fit.
- White. On pants. Just never sit down anywhere. Yeah, forget it.
- Sure. My eternal quest.
- There was once this perfect looking dress in a Victoria's Secret catalog.
- Decades ago, perhaps.
- I wish I'd bought it.
- No. I wish I'd saved the photo.
- Wait for the occasion before buying the dress
- I have a nice black cotton sweater from the long-defunct Tweeds Catalog.
- I miss getting clothes from the Tweeds Catalog
- I wish J.Crew would revive it, with decent clothes.
- I have that nice black cotton sweater, and a very nice embroidered? jackard? greyish button-down shirt that I wear over plain t-shirts in the summer.
- Something happened to textiles between the 1980's and now.
- Clothes purchased in the past 10 years or so will develop holes much sooner than they ought to.
- Something is very wrong.