forestcats and I take on a Torah portion to chant, with our Havurah, so that wasn't it, and we both did them very well. However, this year we took on leading the Yizkor services, a memorial service for the deceased, which takes place four times a year. I have little experience with this service because some traditions, including the one I grew up with, press the children whose parents are still alive to leave Yizkor and to return later. I hadn't been to one until Dad died, and so I don't know what to do the way I do, say, Friday night services. However, Ness gave forestcats and I a quick suggestion of how to go about it, and that's what we did, more or less. In the end, we both choked up when we read off the names of our family on the list of those who we were mourning, and those of our group who had recent losses seemed comforted by the group. I guess it went well.Following that,
forestcats was aware of a quilt store sale only a few blocks from the morning services, so we got that out of the way, while she restocked for her present projects. A quick rest was followed by a return to the services.We finally got through the day's prayers, and then broke fast with our compatriots, and then we wandered around the Inland Empire until we found a horse auction that my beloved had been aware of. We met Al there, who was waiting to bid on a xebu (?); a form of cattle. They had a zebra there, as well, but I don't think it was up for auction.
forestcats was especially interested in the baby donkeys, but by 11:30 PM they still hadn't finished auctioning off the miniature horses, and we had to call it a night. Busy day...
