As I enter Beth Shalom, Pinchus calls me.
There are three visitors; two Israelis and a local whack job.
The three went into the synagogue where the whack job hopped
onto the Bimah and lit the candles.
The Caretaker was upset, he’s not used to crazy people climbing all over the synagogue, so called Pinchus. Pinchus went in and asked who did it, seeing the whack job sitting in the Rabbi’s chair.
Then C.G. arrived and Pinchus decided to let him ‘handle it’ and went back to his car where I saw him.
“Elijah must have lit the candles.” Pinchus said.
Little more the three attached themselves to C.G. to make his life unhappy. They had attitude. Many Israelis have this spoiled brat style, as if the world was created for them alone.
They back pack around the world, and when they come to Kaka expect to meet a Jewish congregation which will give them some courtesy.
They probably don’t expect to see a big synagogue and people coming for service, driving fancy cars, treating them as if they e invisible. Nor whack jobs who look at them and see dinner.
I went to the bathroom to slip out of the situation then went for my coffee and a cigarette.
One of the many grand children of Actress who live abroad is down here to be Bar Mitzva’d as no doubt there’s no where in the world he’d be accepted.
They don’t speak/read Hebrew; don’t know Torah, probably never go to a synagogue in their part of the world.
But they can come to Kaka and spend a week or so and C.G. will
Bar Mitzva them.
I recall the last time one of Actresses’ grandsons was being Bar Mitzva’d and she’d given out shiny blue envelopes to specific people.
You have to take in the Actress. She’s in her 70s but dresses as if she’s 40. She’s got dyed black hair, and so much mascara she’s got about ten eye lashes on each eye.
She has this belief that she’s important and so strides about in her
‘Entitled’ style.
A few years ago she would see people talking and walk up to one
of them, and in front of the others, hand the selected a blue envelope; an invitation to the Bar Mitzva.
She made sure that those who didn’t get an invitation, knew it.
After service the Invited had to drive to a fancy Hotel, except about five of us, who were uninvited.
To show you the lack of self-esteem most of the local Kaka have;
she was able to go up to those who hadn’t received the invitations
(since so many invited persons weren’t coming) and personally
invite them. And they went; Vic went, Shorty went….neither seeming to catch the inferrence.
She didn’t come near me, of course, because the point was to not
invite me. She had spent thousands of dollars so as to Not Invite Me. I hope it was worth it.
Of course, I had no intention of going.
I mentioned that as she lurked outside of the bathroom to hear what I’d say.
I suppose her ‘coup’ lost a lot of it’s pleasure when she realised she’d spent so much money for nothing.
Since Shorty was gone, Caleb rarely goes to Shul, and Dov is in
Israel, I don’t have transport so I don’t go to Shul on Shabbat. Further, I don’t attend anything which involves the Entitled. I don’t want to be caught dead in their company. If the world ends, I don’t want to have to explain what I’m doing with them.
This year, as the Actress doesn’t have any money she would have
the Bar Mitzva at the Heritage Centre. She couldn’t afford invitations.
If I had intention of going on Shabbat, the Bar Mitzva would have dispelled that thought.
Service started late as one of the Israeli’s was hungry and apparently went out with the Whack Job to get food.
I was upstairs in my own shul, feeling good.
I feel asleep during the sermon, and woke to Alenu. I came down after, didn’t see Caleb who was supposed to be there and Tanya, who’d arrived late said she’d carry me home.
She promised to drop me at my door.
This is in contrast to being dropped at Supermarkets and Gas Stations.
At Kiddush, Vic said he had to speak with me. He wanted to speak
with three or four people at the same time, but I wasn’t into anything so said, tell me what you have to say.
He said he wanted to speak about ‘tomorrow’.
I told him, “I won’t be here tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay, you know…” he said.
“Know what?”
He walked away.
I saw one of the usuals, a non-Jew who’d been coming for 14 years but was too black to be converted.
The Actress had instructed Vic to tell her, and me, and others, that they were to leave synagogue after Kiddush as they were not invited to the Bar Mitzva celebration.
Wow!
I had lost respect for Vic when he went to the previous blue envelope Bar Mitzva. I assume he’s hungry and the free meal is the free meal.
To make himself the toe rag of the Actress and go up to people and tell them in no uncertain terms that they were not invited and should leave after service….?
One of the Israelis was begging Ratty to let him sleep in the Heritage Centre, evening offering to pay.
Ratty refused. This is not due to any particular reason, this is because Ratty has no brain for himself. He can’t make a decision, he can only say No.
The Israeli was desperate, but he should of thought of this before Shabbat.
I rode up with Tanya and she did drop me at my Gate.