Our household had a busy Hanukkah. In addition to children’s parties (yes, plural) we had here, Yelena has several rehearsals for her upcoming ballet about the son of the clock- and dollmaker who defeats a subterranean evil creature with a help of a maiden, for which she is invited to her prince’s blissful kingdom. Half of my daughter’s Hanukkah presents were Nutcracker-related. We did go to the Chabad menorah lighting the first night of Hanukkah where she made fast friends with a delightful three–year old girl.
Last year the event was protested by separation of synagogue and state Jewesses. This year I didn’t see them. Maybe they showed up at some other night, or perhaps they figured that protesting a menorah erected by a Holocaust survivor is not the way to get PR.
Because Hanukkah is a celebration of Jewish self-defense, IDF pictures are in order. Not posting any pictures of IDF women because there is plenty of that out there, and it’s unfair to us women since there are so many good-looking men in the Israeli army. Photos of men in the IDF are usually not posed, so we get the human drama, which I love.