Firstly, I am suffering from two weird symptoms. The first is a strange, stabbing pain in my right armpit that began Sat. morning. The next is a strange stabbing pain in my left middle finger that began yesterday morning. Both pains are on-again, off-again, although there is a tender spot on my armpit (but no lump) constantly, but when my finger doesn't hurt, touching it doesn't find a spot. I actually popped into the dr. yesterday evening. She said the finger is probably some infection (this morning, I got the idea it might be from all the downloading i have been doing lately from the reading a-z site, as that's the finger i use to click the mouse all the time). The armpit she didn't know, could be just a strained deep muscle, but sent me to do a mammogram for starters.
Next on the list, is my bitter feeling i have re my sister and the painting of the Kotel in the Beit Knesset. I went one evening in August and the three of us (sis, director and me)did tons of sponge painting to resemble the rough-hewn texture of the stones of the Western Wall. OK, I do admit...it was my sis's idea, she did all the measuring and color mixing, and later on came back to do all the "lining" (between the rocks, in black), but I did put in at least three hours of my time. When i got there on Rosh Hashana, I did notice that she had signed and dated it with her name. It irked me, but nothing I couldn't deal with, as i said, she DID do the major load of work. HOWEVER, last Thursday the shul had a "grand opening party" and as part of the blabla, the director mentioned the work on the wall, and thanked sis for her work. At which point, Sis got up, took a bow and said something or other. Perhaps I missed it, but I really don't recall hearing my name mentioned for helping. So this really pissed me off. Most people agree with me, and I, for the life of me, can't understand why I have been so scorned.
Further on...yesteday I gave a lovely "demo" lesson for a group that some lady has been doing her darndest to organize. I didn't know she didn't want Helen Doron, so after the class, she talked to me with the other moms if I could just change it to a "remedial" course for the book they are learning in school, to which I applied in the affirmative, and then this morning she called to tell me that the moms have decided they don't want it and have cancelled. I am flumoxed. Don't understand why. And hurt, and depressed. I was actaully out running when she called, and after I spoke to her, I just sat down on the curb and cried.
At this point, i am thinking that getting the organizing business up and running would be a truly good idea.
On a wonderful note, Eli, the dog trainer who was horribly injured in a traffic accident is up and walking and actually mobile enough to visit the guide dog center, as i found out when i called to wish Bardot happy birthday. (She's in heat, but will be back soon).
