Sunday, November 15, 2009
My Father, Here in Shiloh
Frum N' Flipping wrote her "defense" to her neighbors here, who may be thinking nasty thoughts about her. It made me wonder if my neighbors understand why the lights are going on and off in my house on Shabbat. Nobody has said anything and considering my neighbors, I don't think they will. I trust that they understand.
I've been blogging more on me-ander about the ongoing saga of my caring for my elderly father. And on both blogs, I've mentioned that I didn't grow up in a Torah observant home. This makes my father's living here even more complicated than just dealing with an elderly man with memory difficulties. My father's childhood was in a kosher home, and they made the house kosher forty years ago, so the kitchen isn't a problem. He doesn't prepare his own food and hasn't for years even in his own home.
The biggest issue is Shabbat. I've decided to "ignore" what he does in his room, including turning off lights in the hallway and bathroom. If he asks about plugging in his shaver, I just tell him that it's not necessary, since it's Shabbat and nobody shaves on Shabbat. We've kept things calm and pleasant, and isn't that what it's all about?
Here in Shiloh, everyone has been friendly and supportive. Baruch Hashem, thank G-d.