Yes, more blather

Yes, I'm blathering again. Except this time it won't be poetry. And it shall be short, as I should be asleep. There are some benefits...

Shabbat was very nice: Friday dinner was too crowded for my taste- I was at Kate's, which I expected to be largish but reasonable, but found out that afternoon would be 27 people. Eeep. In one room. Not smart. This beats zachkessin's insanity from the end of last year. It worked well, but I couldn't focus. So after a short interlude off in a quieter room with one of my hostesses and a few other girls, and several comic conversations, and a lot of staring mystifiedly into space, I departed for what was supposed to be a short visit at Orin's. However, things got distracted and I did not leave until later than planned, and Daniel followed me home just to have some company, so I ended up, once again, burning the candle at both ends. I seem to do that a lot, especially on Shabbat. Someday I'll have to actually pick between staying up late and getting up for shul. But I've yet to do so successfully. Shul this morning went well, we didn't have to wait unduly for a minyan. Lunch went well- people were late, but within reason. Only one guest who said she'd come failed to show up, and that might have been because she forgot where I live, potentially. As it was, there were pleasant (mostly quiet) antics of all sorts, culminating in a mass 15 minute nap. Someday I need to learn to plan my guest-lists more carefully, but things did work out, regardless.

This evening I spent a while aimlessly reading through stuff on askmoses.com, and talking about it on IM with KoP-Dave, while waiting to head to chinchillama's to watch a movie. We did so eventually, after which I have just returned home. Tomorrow- Home. Sorry- that's unclear as heck: I returned to my room, tomorrow- I return to my familial home. Early in teh morning- or at least early for a college student, considering that I need to run to the bank first. I should have been asleep already. So- no interesting thoughts for now. Try again later.

Yes, more blather

Yes, I'm blathering again. Except this time it won't be poetry. And it shall be short, as I should be asleep. There are some benefits...

Shabbat was very nice: Friday dinner was too crowded for my taste- I was at Kate's, which I expected to be largish but reasonable, but found out that afternoon would be 27 people. Eeep. In one room. Not smart. This beats zachkessin's insanity from the end of last year. It worked well, but I couldn't focus. So after a short interlude off in a quieter room with one of my hostesses and a few other girls, and several comic conversations, and a lot of staring mystifiedly into space, I departed for what was supposed to be a short visit at Orin's. However, things got distracted and I did not leave until later than planned, and Daniel followed me home just to have some company, so I ended up, once again, burning the candle at both ends. I seem to do that a lot, especially on Shabbat. Someday I'll have to actually pick between staying up late and getting up for shul. But I've yet to do so successfully. Shul this morning went well, we didn't have to wait unduly for a minyan. Lunch went well- people were late, but within reason. Only one guest who said she'd come failed to show up, and that might have been because she forgot where I live, potentially. As it was, there were pleasant (mostly quiet) antics of all sorts, culminating in a mass 15 minute nap. Someday I need to learn to plan my guest-lists more carefully, but things did work out, regardless.

This evening I spent a while aimlessly reading through stuff on askmoses.com, and talking about it on IM with KoP-Dave, while waiting to head to chinchillama's to watch a movie. We did so eventually, after which I have just returned home. Tomorrow- Home. Sorry- that's unclear as heck: I returned to my room, tomorrow- I return to my familial home. Early in teh morning- or at least early for a college student, considering that I need to run to the bank first. I should have been asleep already. So- no interesting thoughts for now. Try again later.

Yuck

My Alarm clock is just nasty. It failed to go off this morning, so I missed my commuter rail, so I'll be taking a train 2 hours later than the one I'd planned to take. Oh well. If only the trains came half an hour or so later, I could take the coming commuter rail and still get there in time for the train I'd want. Instead, I arrive at the station, and have to wait for an hour and a half, or so. It's quite annoying. I wish there were an easier way of doing that.

Yuck

My Alarm clock is just nasty. It failed to go off this morning, so I missed my commuter rail, so I'll be taking a train 2 hours later than the one I'd planned to take. Oh well. If only the trains came half an hour or so later, I could take the coming commuter rail and still get there in time for the train I'd want. Instead, I arrive at the station, and have to wait for an hour and a half, or so. It's quite annoying. I wish there were an easier way of doing that.

Writing at Home

So, after missing the commuter rail that I'd planned to take, and calling home ot say I'd be taking a later train- I got ready for the day, and headed to Sherman to have something to eat, since I had time for that after all. And while there, I ran into Beth, Vera and Jonathan, and as they were headed to Rt. 128 Station, I begged (ok, asked somewhat diffidently, and received without much ado) a ride with them, since Beth's grandma was taking them to the station. So, I not only got to take the train I was originally intending to take without so much of a wait at the station, I got amusing company on the way home. We played a nice round of comparitive prayer books (The Nusach Sfard Artscroll has one repeat protection-related quotes three times each, which sounds rather odd when read aloud, which it also advised one person in a group to do- I don't get Artscroll), and also talked about variations in liturgy. It was a more exciting train ride than I usually have- usually I sleep and read, and that's about it. Unless it's a really long one, and then I sew too. (Mom was talking about maybe getting me a sewing machine- that would be neat, if I could learn to use it...)

So I got home, and after a light lunch, Mom's first decision of what to do with me- take me to Goodwill. So I have a few new skirts, a sweater and a blouse. We didn't finish there, because it was time for them to close.

I do find it odd that Mom keeps taking me shopping. There seems like there must be some deeper reason behind it- I don't think she really thinks I need all these new clothes all the time. I don't think I do. I think she wants to make me happy, but for that she doesn't need to buy me things. I think she also wants me to look nice, and perhaps she's decided that since she can't get me to lose weight, she'll try to either a. make me look nice by giving me lots of clothing options, or b. keep taking me shopping until I notice that so many things would fit better if I were thinner, and decide to lose the weight myself. If she's aiming for the latter, I don't think it will work any time soon- I'm pretty satisfied with how I look, generally. Not always, certainly, but over all, I don't have a problem with it. But it makes me worry a bit about my relationship with Mom- I didn't think she needed to express her affection that way, and it's starting to seem like she feels that need, or that I won't notice it otherwise. That worries me.

Writing at Home

So, after missing the commuter rail that I'd planned to take, and calling home ot say I'd be taking a later train- I got ready for the day, and headed to Sherman to have something to eat, since I had time for that after all. And while there, I ran into Beth, Vera and Jonathan, and as they were headed to Rt. 128 Station, I begged (ok, asked somewhat diffidently, and received without much ado) a ride with them, since Beth's grandma was taking them to the station. So, I not only got to take the train I was originally intending to take without so much of a wait at the station, I got amusing company on the way home. We played a nice round of comparitive prayer books (The Nusach Sfard Artscroll has one repeat protection-related quotes three times each, which sounds rather odd when read aloud, which it also advised one person in a group to do- I don't get Artscroll), and also talked about variations in liturgy. It was a more exciting train ride than I usually have- usually I sleep and read, and that's about it. Unless it's a really long one, and then I sew too. (Mom was talking about maybe getting me a sewing machine- that would be neat, if I could learn to use it...)

So I got home, and after a light lunch, Mom's first decision of what to do with me- take me to Goodwill. So I have a few new skirts, a sweater and a blouse. We didn't finish there, because it was time for them to close.

I do find it odd that Mom keeps taking me shopping. There seems like there must be some deeper reason behind it- I don't think she really thinks I need all these new clothes all the time. I don't think I do. I think she wants to make me happy, but for that she doesn't need to buy me things. I think she also wants me to look nice, and perhaps she's decided that since she can't get me to lose weight, she'll try to either a. make me look nice by giving me lots of clothing options, or b. keep taking me shopping until I notice that so many things would fit better if I were thinner, and decide to lose the weight myself. If she's aiming for the latter, I don't think it will work any time soon- I'm pretty satisfied with how I look, generally. Not always, certainly, but over all, I don't have a problem with it. But it makes me worry a bit about my relationship with Mom- I didn't think she needed to express her affection that way, and it's starting to seem like she feels that need, or that I won't notice it otherwise. That worries me.