Baby begged for breakfast, but Mommy was busy baking. Bubby
brought the big blue bottle which had been bought. Baby
balked! Baby bounced in the bassinet and bopped the bottle
back to Bubby! Bubby braced herself for battle and bid the
baby balance the bottle between the bedposts. Baby began to
bite her bottle. Bubby waited with bated breath.
Baby burst out bawling. Bubby bent over before Baby's bottle
bolted over her babushka. As it flew by, it besmirched her
with the bubbly brew. Bubby was bound to bring the bottle
back. Baby begged for something better, but Mommy had said
beratingly that Baby bites.
So Bubby bore Baby in a blanket to the bench in the bay
window. Before Baby became belligerent, Bubby bemused herself
with the beautiful view beyond the balcony. Baby eyed her
benefactress, bewildered. Baby felt betrayed but her belly
was bothered by a blooming hunger. Bubby basked in the
blazing sunshine and boasted brightly of Baby's beauty.
Baby's blatantly boisterous behavior was braked and her
belligerence bowed to the blessed and beatific visage of a
benevolent Bubby brandishing a bountiful bottle above her
booties. Both Baby and Bubby were baffled to behold the
bottle emptied in a blitz! Not bad! Not bad at all!
Baby burped and blinked her bleary eyes in bliss.
Baruch Hashem for Bubbies.
[Apparently, Pennee has taken Rabbi Zobin's advice and tried
her hand at writing, an exercise in nonsense that makes some
sense, some of the time.]
And some more prose rows:
Getting off some of the extra Yom Tov weight...
Exercise
by LMW
Huffing and puffing on the treadmill, pumping exercise steps,
taking the thirtieth lap and you think you can't hold out
another minute, but the exhiliration keeps you going. The
goal is in front of you. Climb up the steepest ravine in the
Golan or an incline in Switzerland, but since you can't get
there, try a home remedy. Less exciting, but accessible
fun.
(You should check with your doctor if you have any doubts
about your ability to perform strenuous activities.)
Load up your shopping cart with the freshest produce, the
most beautiful tomatoes, the most aromatic oranges, the
leafiest lettuces, and some melons for balance. Then run up
your steps with arms full of heavyweight merchandise. You may
prefer lifting weights in your local health club but who said
all exercise is not equal?
As you climb the steps, shlepping your load, think: Exercise.
Think: weight loss. Think that you are doing the best thing
in the best time and place. Scrub that floor, sparkle and
shine those windows using all your muscles, and your mind and
body can fly on a bit of a trip of imagery.
There is no limit to expanding your horizons within your own
domain. Take the hike, ride the bike, run the treadmill, do
it whichever way you want. But don't deny the reality of the
heights that can be scaled in the privacy of your own home,
of the pleasure of weeding your own `garden' and raising
prize-winning children. Even if they are your own.
