Happy 5772 to all the Jewish Mensches and Princesses who follow the blog

Here I am, as a London Facebook friend pointed out, in the cheap seats, in the Angel Orensz synagogue on Norfolk Street, deep in the lower East Side. For Kol Nidre night many Jews like to make a showing to ensure a last minute guarantee entry to The Book of Life. If you get omitted or knocked out the book, who knows if you will see 5773, better not to take a chance.

I had ten days to get my apologies in before Yom Kippur. I had been told at Romemu by Rabbi David in his booklet that the apologies had to be heartfelt.
In saying that in all my years on earth, I do not remember one person ever apologizing to me. Noch! I thought about apologizing to the dopey bloke who broke my heart over a trivial nothing, for upsetting him to the point that he ended it. But should he not apologize to me, he skipped off scot free, whilst I wailed and sobbed for many a long night. If I apologize he would think me nuts and a stalker no doubt. So best left alone rather than compound damage. I settled on a nice note to my ex husband , not quite an apology but a heartfelt wish that he had a good year. I did not hear a squeak back, I never do, and maybe that is why we split. Still I had done something to ease my way into the fast and hopefully into His Allmighty's good Books or rather Book.