Well, that was decidedly one of the least Shomer Shabbat Shabboses I've had in a while, for better or worse. Mom arranged for me to have my flu shot today- apparently that was the only option: I don't know if she even asked if I could go tomorrow, but her impression at least was that if I didn't go today, they'd give it to someone else. So, after assorted fighting with Em, she ended up walking with me there, although we didn't talk much- it was pretty early for her, and Mom drove, both because of her bad back and because she then drove Em home so Em could get to the train in time to go visit her boyfriend in Philadelphia for the weekend. But, although I still made Mom come distract me, and I got a bit nervous, I got through getting a shot without major bursts of hysteria or anxiety. This is a step in the right direction for me, regardless of Em's teases that I need to be able to get a shot by myself by the time I turn 20. However- I got there, and had to sign for the shot, apparently. So over all- I minimized stuff I wasn't supposed to do, but it was an unsatisfactory solution. And then- we had a rather last minute Hannukah party this evening, which went really well, but which we didn't do the preparation for ahead of time. It would have been both unfair and likely to provoke a fight if I didn't help prepare before Shabbat was over, so I did. And we ended up having extra time before folks showed up, even Teresa who was 15 minutes early. (And then everyone else was 10 minutes late, and all arrived almost exactly at once. Decidedly within the same 5 minutes. Talk about weird.) Being home does strange things to my observance patterns, of course. It's frustrating and confusing, but there isn't much I can do about that. It occasionally makes me wish I could just drop it all or completely frum out while I'm home- it's being in the middle that's hard. In any case- the Channuka party was a great deal of fun in a quiet but eccentric way. The guest list was amusing, and seemed to be divvied up into people who don't shut up and people who don't talk much. But it turned out well, even if, nder my parents' influence, it went from a low-key latke party to a latke party with a fire in the fireplace, wine, Sabra (the latest joke between Will's family and mine), an ironed tablecloth, etc, etc. But we did make homemade applesauce, which was a rather exciting proposition, and came out quite well. With cranberries too. Will, as is turning out to be usual, stuck around afterwards, helped clean up, and we talked until 1ish. It's been very reassuring to have an old friend of that caliber around. I've missed it- a lot. More this year than last year, oddly enough, and we're in more contact this year. Maybe I've just been aware of things enough this year to notice. I don't know.

From: [identity profile] gimmelgirl.livejournal.com


The guest list was amusing, and seemed to be divvied up into people who don't shut up and people who don't talk much.

And I wonder which category I fall into, hmm?

From: [identity profile] debka-notion.livejournal.com

well, yes, but...


True- rather obvious, but nowhere Near as clearly as a few of our other guests. We had more than our share of lecturers. But it was fun. If it were all quiet people- it would have been boring and awkward too.
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