Jews and the City

I apologize for my lack of update. The interesting things that have happened in the last week have involved some or all of you, so I haven't thought to write about them. But I did enjoy them greatly.

Today I am being sent on errands for my mother, one of witch required going to the kosher butcher to buy sandwich meat to take for a picnic at camp on Sunday when we visit my sister. My god, butcher shops are creepy. Between the hacking of bone and plopping of animal carcasses onto scales, it's enough to turn anyone off of meat for a while. Also, liver. I don't mind meat, but I can't handle looking at it pre-cooked, especially intact. I will never stuff a turkey for Thanksgiving, and I will only ever consider cooking boneless chicken breasts. Processed and cooked meats only, please.
Since it's a kosher butcher, it has the added side market of only kosher foods, many of witch are imported from Israel and that therefore have Hebrew labels. I used to find that to be so cool, and often wouldn't throw the wrappers away because they were in Hebrew. Now I just read them without really noticing which language I am reading. I guess my Hebrew skills have improved.

The other day, my mom was mentioning that all of Kaylie's close friends from camp live in the City, and that she doesn't give two shits about her friends in the Valley. She also said that she and my dad have friends over there. Then she said that it's too bad that she has to work and that houses there are so much smaller than ours, because it'd be a lot easier to live there and change synagogues. I am all for this train of thought, though I don't know how to encourage it. I like Los Angeles itself. It's its suburbs I hate. It think it'd be awesome if they lived over there.