I’m doing Hanukkah all wrong. Skipping nights, blowing out candles, heating up frozen store bought latkes from a bag and serving them with egg nog.
I said to Andy this morning, “Your people have stamina.” Understatement of the last 15 millennia. It’s just that eight nights is a lot of nights in a row to have a whole ritual, don’t you think?
The last time we lit the candles, Sunday night, I read the prayers in English from “Judiasm 101” (www.jewfaq.org) on my iPhone. Lily heard my voice and came over to see what was happening. When I said, “Say Amen, Lily.” She did, “Meow.”
In retrospect, I think she saw the flames and wondered if it might be her birthday. I guess we’ve kind of set a precedent for that over the years.