Shabbat

I had a particularly nice Shabbat. Dad got home a bit late, but at a reasonable enough time that we waited for him for dinner. And for that matter, I was unusually pleased with how dinner came out, although the squash took longer than the recipe said it would by quite a while. But hte salad (homegrown cherry tomatos, red onion (why isn't it called purple onion?) sprouts, and oil and vinegar) was just what I was aiming for, and the spicy tofu was well, a bit too salty but otherwise good, and the baked stuffed squash was a success (albeit a success with a lot of leftover- it was supposed to make 4 small squash, we did 3 medium-to-large ones). And that decidedly started Shabbat off on several good notes.

Shul was nice and quiet- I tuned out the rabbi's sermon and concentrated on my psalms particularly well. The early afternoon was quiet and pleasant, and later I went for a short walk with my best friend in these parts and then we hung out for a bit here. And I got some good parent-time in. I think my impulse to stay home this Shabbat was the right now- it was eminently worthwhile. Unlike the last few Shabbatot where I've had that sort of nice strong peaceful sensation in teh morning, today it stuck around. Doesn't happen often.

Tomorrow I'm off to zachkessin's wedding, with side trip beforehand. The sidetrip afterwards has had to be postponed, as both the people I was thinking of seeing will be out of town, one off to Boston the other returning from Indiana, from a wedding of the variety that frightens me- less about the bride and groom and mroe about trying to convert the guests to their particular brand of fundamentalist Christianity. I gather the bride has 7 sisters and 5 brothers, if that tells you anything.

While finding out this information, I had a Very humorous exchange with Steve, to the effect that when he next sees me, I'm supposed to bring one of my lower-cut shirts, just to prove that I own it, which he only half-believed. Now, this is someone whom I've known since 9th grade, although he saw me most in 9th and 10th grades, when I was still realizing that clothing could be flattering and trying to make it so was a worthwhile endeavor. But well- I'm used to thinking of my shirts as pretty obviously low-cut at times, and well- to his standards, not at all so, I gather. The differences between Brandeis and INdiana University or MSM shine bright and clear again here...

Shabbat

I had a particularly nice Shabbat. Dad got home a bit late, but at a reasonable enough time that we waited for him for dinner. And for that matter, I was unusually pleased with how dinner came out, although the squash took longer than the recipe said it would by quite a while. But hte salad (homegrown cherry tomatos, red onion (why isn't it called purple onion?) sprouts, and oil and vinegar) was just what I was aiming for, and the spicy tofu was well, a bit too salty but otherwise good, and the baked stuffed squash was a success (albeit a success with a lot of leftover- it was supposed to make 4 small squash, we did 3 medium-to-large ones). And that decidedly started Shabbat off on several good notes.

Shul was nice and quiet- I tuned out the rabbi's sermon and concentrated on my psalms particularly well. The early afternoon was quiet and pleasant, and later I went for a short walk with my best friend in these parts and then we hung out for a bit here. And I got some good parent-time in. I think my impulse to stay home this Shabbat was the right now- it was eminently worthwhile. Unlike the last few Shabbatot where I've had that sort of nice strong peaceful sensation in teh morning, today it stuck around. Doesn't happen often.

Tomorrow I'm off to zachkessin's wedding, with side trip beforehand. The sidetrip afterwards has had to be postponed, as both the people I was thinking of seeing will be out of town, one off to Boston the other returning from Indiana, from a wedding of the variety that frightens me- less about the bride and groom and mroe about trying to convert the guests to their particular brand of fundamentalist Christianity. I gather the bride has 7 sisters and 5 brothers, if that tells you anything.

While finding out this information, I had a Very humorous exchange with Steve, to the effect that when he next sees me, I'm supposed to bring one of my lower-cut shirts, just to prove that I own it, which he only half-believed. Now, this is someone whom I've known since 9th grade, although he saw me most in 9th and 10th grades, when I was still realizing that clothing could be flattering and trying to make it so was a worthwhile endeavor. But well- I'm used to thinking of my shirts as pretty obviously low-cut at times, and well- to his standards, not at all so, I gather. The differences between Brandeis and INdiana University or MSM shine bright and clear again here...