Dancing Etc

Dancing was fun. THere was some serious amusement, both there and at dinner beforehand- Matt, Samara and I went to Cafe Eilat (why the Heck is a pizza place called Cafe Eilat anyways? It just doesn't compute) before hand, after I was a tad late, because I was supposed to meet them at Rabb steps at 5:30, and I napped briefly and didn't wake up (due to a disagreement with my alarm clock, which MOm's instructed me to throw out after this year, since it doesn't actually keep accurate time) until 5:34. But Samara was on one of her rolls- very much fun: I'm going to miss her next year. But I should get to see her during senior week- another advantage. But I also got a set with Rafi, who's not your world's best dancer, but he's solid, and it's always a humorous advantage when your partner quacks...

Random thoughts on yesterday, and the parental visit, besides my shoe conundrum, based on mom's having put my shoes in my closet rather than leaving them under my bed where they belong. Mom made me throw out 3 shirts, and told me that I need new summer shirts and slacks, and sandals, and that I ought to buy some before I go home. So, anyone in the Boston area interested in hitting Goodwill or someplace like it next week- speak up. It's funny though, Mom sees my clothes and determines that some of them are basically rags, and I see them all the time, so I don't notice. Rather like it's hard for me to notice when I really need a haircut. Maybe this is why so many folks don't see when their cabinets/bannisters/floor is dirty- they just haven't learned to look for the dirt. So, I need to learn to see when my clothes get ragged and old looking.

Even more randomly, I moved money from savings to checking for the purchase of tfillin. I've been nervously putting it off all year, I mean to at least get them before I go home for the summer. I really ought to have them. It's a big step, but I really just need to make it already. Perhaps I can make it one trip along with the clothes shopping, somehow. But darn it, I'm not going to go alone.

Dancing Etc

Dancing was fun. THere was some serious amusement, both there and at dinner beforehand- Matt, Samara and I went to Cafe Eilat (why the Heck is a pizza place called Cafe Eilat anyways? It just doesn't compute) before hand, after I was a tad late, because I was supposed to meet them at Rabb steps at 5:30, and I napped briefly and didn't wake up (due to a disagreement with my alarm clock, which MOm's instructed me to throw out after this year, since it doesn't actually keep accurate time) until 5:34. But Samara was on one of her rolls- very much fun: I'm going to miss her next year. But I should get to see her during senior week- another advantage. But I also got a set with Rafi, who's not your world's best dancer, but he's solid, and it's always a humorous advantage when your partner quacks...

Random thoughts on yesterday, and the parental visit, besides my shoe conundrum, based on mom's having put my shoes in my closet rather than leaving them under my bed where they belong. Mom made me throw out 3 shirts, and told me that I need new summer shirts and slacks, and sandals, and that I ought to buy some before I go home. So, anyone in the Boston area interested in hitting Goodwill or someplace like it next week- speak up. It's funny though, Mom sees my clothes and determines that some of them are basically rags, and I see them all the time, so I don't notice. Rather like it's hard for me to notice when I really need a haircut. Maybe this is why so many folks don't see when their cabinets/bannisters/floor is dirty- they just haven't learned to look for the dirt. So, I need to learn to see when my clothes get ragged and old looking.

Even more randomly, I moved money from savings to checking for the purchase of tfillin. I've been nervously putting it off all year, I mean to at least get them before I go home for the summer. I really ought to have them. It's a big step, but I really just need to make it already. Perhaps I can make it one trip along with the clothes shopping, somehow. But darn it, I'm not going to go alone.