Work and Relaxation

Had my last day of work today, which went just fine, but did not feel at all final- probably since the kids have school on Sunday. But I don't work Sundays, and anyways it's graduation. So... Interestingly, my boss announced that it was the other teacher's last day and to say goodbye to him, but not that it was mine. Sort of an interesting oversight. But she wants to get together and have dinner sometime soon- so it certainly isn't spite or anything of the sort. I'll miss some of the kids- some of them are really sweet. Others I'd be happy never to see again in my life- but not many of them. Same old end of the year thing, except that I probably won't ever have a reason to be back in that shul, let alone in that religious school. Other years, well- either I'd see them in the halls, or sub for their classes, or maybe see them at services- before I swapped shuls-of-choice and if they ever came.

I came home, and belu came over for dinner and some hang-out time. We realized when he showed up for fish-hanging that we'd barely seen each other this year. Something about this week is starting to make me aware of just how long four years can be.

I met the girl who'll be subletting redlily's room briefly this evening: she dropped by to ask if she could bring some things over tomorrow. She seems alright- nothing at all like Steve (the other subletter- a friend of mine) and I (lots of makeup, form-fitting clothing, an interesting but not-yet-identified mild speech impediment), but hopefully she'll be ok. We'll see how things shape up.

Work and Relaxation

Had my last day of work today, which went just fine, but did not feel at all final- probably since the kids have school on Sunday. But I don't work Sundays, and anyways it's graduation. So... Interestingly, my boss announced that it was the other teacher's last day and to say goodbye to him, but not that it was mine. Sort of an interesting oversight. But she wants to get together and have dinner sometime soon- so it certainly isn't spite or anything of the sort. I'll miss some of the kids- some of them are really sweet. Others I'd be happy never to see again in my life- but not many of them. Same old end of the year thing, except that I probably won't ever have a reason to be back in that shul, let alone in that religious school. Other years, well- either I'd see them in the halls, or sub for their classes, or maybe see them at services- before I swapped shuls-of-choice and if they ever came.

I came home, and belu came over for dinner and some hang-out time. We realized when he showed up for fish-hanging that we'd barely seen each other this year. Something about this week is starting to make me aware of just how long four years can be.

I met the girl who'll be subletting redlily's room briefly this evening: she dropped by to ask if she could bring some things over tomorrow. She seems alright- nothing at all like Steve (the other subletter- a friend of mine) and I (lots of makeup, form-fitting clothing, an interesting but not-yet-identified mild speech impediment), but hopefully she'll be ok. We'll see how things shape up.

Tallit Katan

I mentioned earlier that zodiacmg helped me finish the tallit katan I made for myself before he left. And then I let it sit (I must be related to my uncle after all, and his famous letting things age in closets before they're ready to be worn, I'm told) for a few days. Today I finally wore the thing. So far so good. It felt right, I wasn't Too aware of it, but I didn't forget it was there either. I really don't know how often I'll be wearing it: that's still up in the air. But it didn't shift around, or show through my clothes oddly, which was one of the general concerns... We'll see how things go, and hopefully I'll be able to formulate the right approach to this as I go. I'm still experiencing- maybe I'll have more cogent and intellectual or spiritual reactions after I start to adjust. But this seems to be a good decision.

Tallit Katan

I mentioned earlier that zodiacmg helped me finish the tallit katan I made for myself before he left. And then I let it sit (I must be related to my uncle after all, and his famous letting things age in closets before they're ready to be worn, I'm told) for a few days. Today I finally wore the thing. So far so good. It felt right, I wasn't Too aware of it, but I didn't forget it was there either. I really don't know how often I'll be wearing it: that's still up in the air. But it didn't shift around, or show through my clothes oddly, which was one of the general concerns... We'll see how things go, and hopefully I'll be able to formulate the right approach to this as I go. I'm still experiencing- maybe I'll have more cogent and intellectual or spiritual reactions after I start to adjust. But this seems to be a good decision.

Random Music Memory

I have the music on teh computer on random, and Rack n' Roll came on (not what most of you think: it was a popular Iraeli couples dance from several years before I started dancing). It was on the first tape of Israeli dance music Steve gave us, left over from a class she'd taught at the shul I now attend back when the dance was popular. I've never learned it, even- never even done it. It was probably not much more than a 3 months of fame dance. But because it came on at the end of the tape every time we played through it- which was a Lot, there was a lot of dancing in the living room to that tape- it sent me back, like I was in 8th grade all over again. It was a little spooky.

Random Music Memory

I have the music on teh computer on random, and Rack n' Roll came on (not what most of you think: it was a popular Iraeli couples dance from several years before I started dancing). It was on the first tape of Israeli dance music Steve gave us, left over from a class she'd taught at the shul I now attend back when the dance was popular. I've never learned it, even- never even done it. It was probably not much more than a 3 months of fame dance. But because it came on at the end of the tape every time we played through it- which was a Lot, there was a lot of dancing in the living room to that tape- it sent me back, like I was in 8th grade all over again. It was a little spooky.