There is nothing like a mikvah after a very long day. And a good BBQ steak.
My friend Aryeh is leaving for a trip tomorrow to Israel, so we are having a good bye party for him.
I went to my mom (she just had eye surgery) today, thank G-d she is recovering, she will be back on the golf course before we know it. She had a golf cart accident a few weeks ago, she ran into a tree and luckily the tree stopped the cart from rolling on top of her. Big miracle from above, came out of it with some bumps and bruises and a cracked sternum and some bruised ribs. But she’ll be out again.
Went to the skin doctor today, thank G-d the skin is holding up great, little extended sun rays did some damage on the forehead, but the doctor said that all the little things on my body are fine, thank G-d, he happened to be none of then the infamous Sandy Goldstein. The first time under my microscopes. It felt good to be under his presence.
And I spoke to my dear fried Ira, who started Chabad of Marin, who’s the number one doctor in Kaiser. My daughter is wonderful and aspiring.
We got up for minyan this morning at the crack of dawn with my Russian Jewish minyaners, Tzvi leading the pack, one of the few who came to the clean up/clean out and the Chabad house. Another Russian lady who came was Rosa, she was over the top, a Russian lady who got down on her hands and knees, to get out the roots of the earth, to manicure the garden of Eden in front of the Chabad house.
And Aryeh and Chanan were there as well. We’re schlepping heavy furniture,
we watched the world series and for some reason I like Tony La Rusa, he’s a sensitive man, he is also animal friendly. He believes in the 7 Noahide laws. We’re going say a quick Shma, and then go back to S. Francisco.