Lady Lynda observes Purim . A Jewish holiday commenerating the Bibical story of Esther.
Lady Lynda’s feelings were quite mixed. The woman thought of how festive Purim was Lady Lynda felt a slight touch of guilt looking forward to the Festival of Lots festivities at Bnai Emanual Reform.
Seymour Toze’s wife gleamed as she recalled the last couple years of the Jewish holiday at Bnai Emmanual. The woman beamed as she pictured the congregation children putting on their yearly Purim play. The prettiest preteen girl would play Esther. Her doting , caring uncle Mordecai would be portrayed by a thirteen year old boy slightly taller than the girl representing Esther. King Ashurasus and Arch villian Hamen were to be acted by other pre-teen boys at the Bnai Emmanual synagogue. They would act out the eternal Biblical story in the book of Esther. The Persian king’s wife disrespecting him Her husband couldn’t tolerate her wickedness. The Persian leader creating a contest to find the best woman to find his new wife. Esther wining the beauty contest sans the king knowing her true origins. In the meantime Mordecai believing he should not bow down to anyone except the LORD refuses to bown down to Hamen Hamen is totally incensed .He orders Esther’s uncle to be hung on the gallows. He states he’ll slay every Jew in Persia. Esther tries to tell her royal husband. Her spouse tells her he can’t break an order. But he can make a new one countering the original proclaimation He permits the Jewish populace to fight back. The result is the happy ending of the Jews being victorious in preventing disaster The entire crowd cheering Esther and booing nefarious Haman. Clapping and cheeriing the villian getting his commuppence.
Lady Lyndas looked eagerly forward to the latest Purim party at Bnai Emmanual. The woman gushed with delight as she gl eefully anticipated the story of Esther play given by the kids of the synagogue.
There she was the next day at Bnai Emmanual for the Purim fest. Lady Lynda and her husband SeymourToze happily found a seat near the front row. They were so glad the temple was reform and the women and men could sit together. It looked to the Toze’s both the grownups and the kids were joyfully anticipating the show.

The couple and other members soon saw how the kids really hammed it up as they once more demonstrated to the congragation the story of Esther and Purim their parents The grownups kvelled, gushed with pride. The costumes,especially Eshter;s beautiful emerald green dress with its turquoise and gold glued on sequins truly made the sweet little girl playing the heroine looked genuinely like a princess The members of the synogogue delighted in booing the villian Hamen. They cheered on seeing the loving heroism of the boy playing Mordechai It was a fine time for everyone celebrating the festival proving the providence of the LORD Rabbi Samual Bernstein thanked everyone and wished them a happy , joyous Purim.

Lady Lynda and her mate Seymour Toze Valentine Miracle

Lady Lynda and her mate Seymour Toze ‘s Valentines Day.
Could of been a lot better The one positive note was Lady Lynda was glad it wasn’t her fault the landline was on the blink. At least Seymour couldn’t blame her Still her marital partner yelled and screamed over the phone predictament. He wrung his hands as he cursed the phone company for doing this to him on the most romantic day of the year. His woman stood there patiently for she knew in his state of mind there was no comforting him. She could only wait patiently for him to show some semblance of calming down.

The woman could see that wasn’t any time soon. Seymour was gritting his teeth, his face in a contored grimace of rage and disgust. His feet stomping loudly to show his fury. His expression one of pure impatience.
Lady Lynda couldn’t blame Seymour for being so upset. Phones are , after all a major component of communications. Luckily there was still the cell phone. But still , Murphy’s Law, of all days, Valentine’s Day for the telephone to go on the blink. Plus since they were bundled together, there was no internet either. The good was there were no distractions. That is if Seymour was up to getting close on a day like this. Even more upsetting the phone company told Toze the telephone could not be fixed until Tuesday. This was Wednesday. Plus they gave him the runaround what the cause of the elimination of service. Lady Lynda sincerely complimented her mate’s assertiveness. It made her feel so proud of him.
The problem was Seymour was way too upset to get in the mood for Valentine’s Day Forget about dining at a romantic restaurant. He just wasn’t up to it. The most Lady Lynda’s husband was up to eating at was the local branch of a nationwide pizza chain.

The “Into Leather:” shoe salesman and pedi curist wife reflected at least the place served Italian. The woman deemed only cuisine from sunny Italy was appropiate for the holiday of love. Even if the eatery was from a nationwide casual eatery. Next year she hoped they would celebrate day of romance be dining at a sophisticated tratoria. At least Lady Lynda smiled happily at the end of the lunch as her spouse very gingerly shared some gooey dark chocolate brownies with her For the special occasion the restaurant served the brownies in a crimson heart shaped box. At least that was Valentine day of him the woman thought as she smacked her lips biting into the delectable desert. Seymour despite his concern over his phone enjoyed the sweet treat too.
Lady Lynda figured her man was too distraught over the phone to be in the mood to get close. It would be getting into her flannel nightgown , turn off the lights and go go bed There was absolutely nothing for her to think otherwise.
Just then as they came home, the landline phone rang. Toze’s wife felt it was a Valentine miracle. The couple’s mood instantly lifted A weight was lifted. The couple immediately got in the mood to be close. It was a wonderful intimate closeness.

Next week they would go out This time Toze would pick the dining spot. In a week a second chance to make up for the pretty dismal Valentine’s Day. Well at least there was the “miracle” of the phone being fixed. They were both grateful for that.
Lady Lynda and her mate Seymour Toze Valentines Day.
Could of been a lot better The one positive note was Lady Lynda was glad it wasn’t her fault the landline was on the blink. At least Seymour couldn’t blame her Still her marital partner yelled and screamed over the phone predictament. He wrung his hands as he cursed the phone company for doing this to him on the most romantic day of the year. His woman stood there patiently for she knew in his state of mind there was no comforting him. She could only wait patiently for him to show some semblance of calming down.

The woman could see that wasn’t any time soon. Seymour was gritting his teeth, his face in a contored grimace of rage and disgust. His feet stomping loudly to show his fury. His expression one of pure impatience.
Lady Lynda couldn’t blame Seymour for being so upset. Phones are , after all a major component of communications. Luckily there was still the cell phone. But still , Murphy’s Law, of all days, Valentine’s Day for the telephone to go on the blink. Plus since they were bundled together, there was no internet either. The good was there were no distractions. That is if Seymour was up to getting close on a day like this. Even more upsetting the phone company told Toze the telephone could not be fixed until Tuesday. This was Wednesday. Plus they gave him the runaround what the cause of the elimination of service. Lady Lynda sincerely complimented her mate’s assertiveness. It made her feel so proud of him.
The problem was Seymour was way too upset to get in the mood for Valentine’s Day Forget about dining at a romantic restaurant. He just wasn’t up to it. The most Lady Lynda’s husband was up to eating at was the local branch of a nationwide pizza chain.

The “Into Leather:” shoe salesman and pedi curist wife reflected at least the place served Italian. The woman deemed only cuisine from sunny Italy was appropiate for the holiday of love. Even if the eatery was from a nationwide casual eatery. Next year she hoped they would celebrate day of romance be dining at a sophisticated tratoria. At least Lady Lynda smiled happily at the end of the lunch as her spouse very gingerly shared some gooey dark chocolate brownies with her For the special occasion the restaurant served the brownies in a crimson heart shaped box. At least that was Valentine day of him the woman thought as she smacked her lips biting into the delectable desert. Seymour despite his concern over his phone enjoyed the sweet treat too.
Lady Lynda figured her man was too distraught over the phone to be in the mood to get close. It would be getting into her flannel nightgown , turn off the lights and go go bed There was absolutely nothing for her to think otherwise.
Just then as they came home, the landline phone rang. Toze’s wife felt it was a Valentine miracle. The couple’s mood instantly lifted A weight was lifted. The couple immediately got in the mood to be close. It was a wonderful intimate closeness.

Next week they would go out This time Toze would pick the dining spot. In a week a second chance to make up for the pretty dismal Valentine’s Day. Well at least there was the “miracle” of the phone being fixed. They were both grateful for that.

Lady Lynda Encounters the Local Curmudgeon Erasmus Nutley

Lady Lynda noticed the vast majority of her neighbors readily signed the protest letter. The one notable exception was the local curmudgeon who dastardly insisted on reading what was in the protest form. Seymour Toze’s wife fanned herself as she hyperventilated at Erasmus’s gall. Yet she was still determined for him to to sign. She would use her charm she confidently decided.
Lady Lynda remembered the saying hope springs eternal. She smiled as she reminisced about that 70s star, actress Hope Lange. She then starting humming the nonsense chorus of “He’s so fine.” She sang ” Do lang. Do lang.: That led to her reminiscing when her sister and her saw the radical psychiatrist R. D. Laing. They sang to the tune of the chorus of “He’s so Fine” RD Laing RD Laing that handsome shrink over there . The one with the wavy hair. It made her chuckle. How they both possessed a sense of humor. Nutley certainly didn’t. Lady Lynda reflected how she first noticed his sour disposition when she first met him. She recalled the situation was to see if he’d sign a petition in protest of Lothario Nicolas Venire. The man who painted his home so garish. Venire’s decoration consisted of two foot square “Sponge Bob Square Pants” pictures. Their backgrounds were of various pastels. This was Nick’s way of getting even with Lady Lynda for leaving him for her husband Seymour Toze. Who happened to be a freelance fashion photographer of women in open toed shoes Her recollecting sorely reminded her that one of the many faults of Erasmus Nutley was his lack of desiring romantic encounters . For that matter any personal relationships. Yes thought Lady Lynda He was truly his own best friend. He was his only friend Yet somehow despite his many character shortcomings, Lady Lynda insisted on giving him her home baked pastries. Yes it wasn’t his fault if he was somewhat stooped. That his height was slightly over six feet. His bony frame, concave chest, spindly legs gave him a look of a crotchety Abraham Lincoln, minus the beard. His constant frown and his watery pale blue eyes, hook nose gave him a demeanor of a man who seemed as thin and fragile as a twig. He seemed even icier than then a completely frozen lake on the coldest day in Winter. Yet despite these facts the woman thought of him as a poor dear who only real fault was his true sweet personality was deeply hidden. Yes it was deeply hidden as sea urchin on the floor of the Mariana Trench. It was her duty to bring out his warm personality. .The woman asked if he was diabetic. He scowled and told her it was none of her business. Lady Lynda somehow knew Erasmus would evade the question. She told him she wanted to know if he could eat her sweets without impunity. He told her it didn’t matter since he wasn’t interest in her baking. Lady Lynda reflected how most of her neighbors would indeed welcome her deserts with open arms and eager mouths. “Now that I think about it. I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm in taking your pastries. The price is right. I’m sure your intentions are pure. The woman tried to see things from his perspective. Well at least he seemed open to accepting her pastry. Lady Lynda just knew he’d love her scrumptious cooking. She couldn’t imagine taking her baked goods and not enjoying them. Nutley thought of how he’d take her offerings and stashed them in his cupboard. When he’d eat them would be when it would snow in the summer. Lady Lynda didn’t need to know that. He’d take them to be on her good side. She’d never need to know his motivation. She pondered what made him so misanthropic? Was it his early experiences? Was that relevant to know? How analytical should she be? She just knew the first four letters to that word was anal. That reminded her of anal retentive. That was certainly what Erasmus Nutley was. Her mission and her challenge was to bring out his deeply hidden sensitivity and warmth. She beamed with delight for she knew how to get through to Erasmus. Yes it through her delightful pastries. They did take the cake and so would Erasmus. The only thing to do was to shop for the scrumptious ingredients. Surely he couldn’t resist Queen Anne cherry pie with cinnamon flavored whole wheat icing. For that matter nor could he refuse fennel flavored roll ups with persimmon filling. His gratitude would definitely alter his attitude. His heart would soften. Oh it was so exciting she gleamed. It was truly a stroke of pure genius exclaimed Lady Lynda, She reflected how delectable her sweets were. Surely he would like these sweets. She would somehow get through to his heart.