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I remember that, too.

I used the software in 2013 when I was having surgery on short notice and realized that my will was far out of date and intended for a different state, with too little time to have a lawyer draw it up. The downside, in my state, is that if it's also sworn before a notary, it's self-proving; since we didn't do that, the witnesses could be required to appear in court before it could enter probate. One is older than I am.

My friend and co-worker died last night around 10:00 p.m. She was about a year younger than I am, and the diagnosis was made only two weeks ago. * * * The Junior Cat is not sure whether she qualifies as a Global Cat, as she is from Massachusetts. She is still annoyed by not receiving any kippers on Yom Kippur. I was at the synagogue early this morning to receive donations for our rummage sale next month, because the volunteers who decreed that donations would start this morning seemed to have no intention of actually being there to let donors into the building. In fact, about seven were there by the time I had to leave to teach a class on I Kings. But I still don't know whether they'll be there on the remaining Sundays, and starting next week I teach at 9:30 a.m.

A word about Nexus: for holders of U.S. passports it also provides Global Entry, but the specific advantage of Nexus is that it provides quick crossing of the U.S.-Canada border in both directions. This means that applications have to be approved by both countries. The U.S. CBP is phasing out Automated Passport Control in favor of facial recognition, which I've already experienced at Newark and Detroit airports and the Manhattan Cruise Terminal. However, the Mobile Passport app can be used at many ports of entry, including preclearance at Toronto, Montreal, and Vancouver. I made the stuffed sweet potato dish from (I think) Thursday's FR&D and liked it. I also cooked the last asparagus, which I ate, and the last green beans, which I chilled for tomorrow. I haven't received an update about Fran since yesterday afternoon, when she was conscious, breathing with the help of a BIPAP machine and frequently removing the mask to give funeral instructions (no funeral, just committal service, with a memorial later if people want to hold one). However, she was giving these instructions to the rabbi whom I work with, and although Fran has worked at the synagogue for almost 15 years, she is Christian. As I understand it, when the BIPAP is insufficient, she won't be intubated; it will be disconnected and more sedation administered. The hospital would allow her to discontinue sooner if she chooses. The palliative-care specialist is a friend of both of us. This morning the lectionary in the synagogue, for the Sabbath in Sukkot, included Ecclesiastes: Utter futility!—said Koheleth— Utter futility! All is futile! What real value is there for a man In all the gains he makes beneath the sun? One generation goes, another comes, But the earth remains the same forever.

I will make a version of yesterday's meal suggestion either tonight or tomorrow, but first I need to boil all the remaining green beans. Instead of cooking them yesterday, I roasted cauliflower. Both of today's suggestions would be OK with me if someone else made them. I learned a little while ago that a co-worker who has been in and out of hospital several times recently is now in ICU and not expected to live past Sunday or Monday. If you're inclined to pray, her name is Fran.

From reading Cruise Critic, you could get the impression that everyone sails in the Haven (or whatever is similar on other cruise lines), which is obviously not true. I think that those who sail in suites might cruise more frequently than average, and certainly seem to post about it a lot. It's the same, BTW, on FlyerTalk, a frequent-flyer site. From the posts, one would think that most passengers fly in business or first.

Work follies: the committee running our rummage sale hounded me to mail postcards requesting donations and volunteer help. Until it was printed. Now they want to change it.

I'm due to be at Malaga in November 2023 on the Oosterdam. I've bookmarked one of the recipes and, for a change, I actually have the ingredients. Surprised by Wine Enthusiast's recommendation to drink the wine of the day 2030-2050 since long aging of most whites is unusual. I lived for a while near the New London Naval Submarine Base, knew many submariners, and officiated once at a wedding in the officers' club. I also worked in New London, across the road from the U.S. Coast Guard Academy.

Two other police officers were killed in the line of duty yesterday, in Connecticut. https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/13/nyregion/bristol-connecticut-shooting.html

Update on the veg fest: asparagus, cheese, and bread for lunch; avocado, green beans, potato, and fish for dinner. You'll notice the absence of fruit, because what I have isn't ripe enough to eat. The green beans aren't keeping well and I should cook the rest tomorrow. Although I didn't develop fever, I've felt exhausted all day. The Junior Cat kept me company. Having cancelled the January cruise, I'm now looking for some other vacation for January or February. I haven't come up with anything that I would want to do.

There is a long thread about $200 inside offers. It appears that you will only receive them if you have cruised on HAL before, but not recently, and don't have any future bookings.

I also got a bivalent jab yesterday; today, sore arm but no fever. The Misfits order yesterday included rainbow chard, with a note on the ordering page that it was discounted because the colors might not be equally represented. I received equal numbers of red, yellow-orange, and white stalks, and cooked and ate the entire bunch. Chard and beet greens (they are the same plant) are among my favorite vegetables and I can rarely get them. I don't know whether it was my error or theirs, but the box also contained potatoes, which I did not need.

With a U.S. subsidiary.

My bank (Barclays, which I was using to earn points on AA for a flight to Spain for a TATL next year) blocked the charge until I authorized it on their web site. Also, I don't know what country it was billed from; Barclays is historically very suspicious of charges from foreign countries, which is ironic for a card that has no foreign-transaction fees. I purchased twice: once for an amount, that with the bonus, will pay the balance on the TATL, and later to cover onboard spending.

I remember. I could install a washing machine myself if I had to, not that I want to.

Thanks. There are no remaining appliance dealers here except the big-box stores, but even if what I want is in stock, it will be very hard to find a day when I can be ready for the delivery.

Alas, yes. And it seem that I have to replace my washing machine.

I don't enjoy beaches except for walking along the edge of the water, but I was looking forward to HMC when on the Nieuw Amsterdam in January 2020. We didn't get there, because of seas too high for tendering. This cruise also substituted St. Croix for Sint Maarten (propulsion problem), called at San Juan on the day of an earthquake, delaying docking until 2:00 p.m., and diverted toward Grand Turk, which we had already visited, for a medical emergency. We didn't go all the way to Grand Turk; the diversion was to meet a helicopter coming from the Bahamas. On Sunday we had an Abraham Path Walk, an interfaith event where the group visits a synagogue, a church, and a mosque. The original concept is for a group composed of people of different religions to walk together in the Middle East, from Ur to Haran to Jerusalem and Beersheva; since this is impractical for most people, this is a substitute. In our area the only synagogue and the only mosque are too far apart for walking, so it always involves some driving; this year the church was a Ukrainian Catholic one that is also not near either of the others, so it was all driving except for a short walk to a Hindu ashram (yes, everyone knew that Hinduism isn't an Abrahamic religion). It was all nice except that it went on and on and on, taking about five hours. I was back at the synagogue the next morning for the first day of Sukkot, and I'm still tired.

I haven't been to Vladivostok; the only place in Russia that I've visited is St. Petersburg. A cruise that would have called at Petropavlosk last year was cancelled because the departure would have been from Yokohama and the cruise line didn't believe that Japan would allow tourism in time. Caprese chicken would be OK with me, but I would never make it at home because my home cooking is kosher. How are naked fries different from all other fries? I'd like to try the wine and I might try the cocktail, once. I try not to spread gossip, and the truth is that I get little opportunity because I'm usually the very last person to hear it anyway. Last night at the synagogue, someone seemed to think that I was seriously ill, and now I wonder what rumor about my health might be going around, not that I will ever know. Once when I lived in a beach house on Long Island Sound, Connecticut Light & Power sent a crew to replace the line to my house in the middle of a gale. I thought they would wait until after the storm, but they said that the condition I reported, with power going out, coming back, going out again, etc., was dangerous.

This is perfect timing for me -- not because the final payment for my TATL next year is due anytime soon, but because I need to earn some more airline miles to pay for J on the one-way flight.

Yom Kippur was good, although sometimes I think that the best thing about Yom Kippur is that eventually it ends. The Junior Cat, however, was disappointed because there were no kippers. In addition to my scheduled part in the afternoon service, I was voluntold to be gabbai -- sort of stage manager and prompter for the Torah reading -- in the morning service when the member assigned to it couldn't arrive in time. There was a kerfuffle when the Torah reader stopped reading a section before its proper end and the people called up to say the blessing after the reading said it before I could intervene. (The way this can happen is that the reading is divided into six parts if YK is on a weekday, but seven parts if it's on the Sabbath, so the break points are different.) I had the reader resume with the rest of the fifth section and continue through the sixth, which was OK with the rabbi. For rabbis and cantors, today is generally though of as Yom Kaput, because most are too wiped out to do anything. I was not so kaput, but I was back at the synagogue at 8:00 a.m. to help build the sukkah, and after that I was fairly kaput.

I know. Thank you.

In part of the South the term is "parkway," but here that would denote a similar strip running down the center of a wide street. In northeastern Ohio, and nowhere else, it's called the tree lawn. This is a location-specific marker in studies of regional American English. The term most widely understood, although not coming naturally to anyone, seems to be "curb lawn." Here, it's where people put furniture that they want to give away, and most of the time, it goes away.

"A good Yom Kippur" would be better, I think, because the overall mood is sad. (The happy part comes at the end.) The Hebrew phrase is "[g'mar] chatimah tovah" (ch as in Scots loch or German ach, or the Greek letter X), which means "a good sealing," or "g'mar tov." This refers to a part of the liturgy that reads, "On Rosh Hashanah it [the judgment ]is written and on Yom Kippur it is sealed, who shall live and who shall die."

Many thanks for the Yom Kippur greetings. My only role in the services is tomorrow, as one of the readers for a long segment of the liturgy that I wrote, sort of a virtual reenactment of the Temple ritual for Yom Kippur (without the live animals). This is a traditional reading for the afternoon, which I've made shorter and interactive. Another traditional reading then is a martyrology, recalling Jewish martyrs from the Roman period and the Middle Ages, up to the recent past. My congregation doesn't read that. I'll pass on the meal and the cocktail, but would like the wine. In the alternative meal, I'd like the veal but would have to skip the soup and the ricotta tart. We're having rain from the Ian-derived nor'easter, even though we're 180 miles inland. One my aunts, born in 1907, remembered duckpin bowling, but I'm not sure where she saw it.