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Is it just me (or just this particular tube of toothpaste that I bought last time I went shopping), or does regular Crest toothpaste really taste like root beer soda?
Is it just me (or just this particular tube of toothpaste that I bought last time I went shopping), or does regular Crest toothpaste really taste like root beer soda?
Shabbos was quiet: the usual mix of food, shul, sleep and reading- and a brief go through of Brikh SHmeih with one of the apartmentmates to get a sense of what was going on, and (for me) to practice a little Aramaic recognition. And Saturday night I mostly read.
Today was quiet in the morning and early afternoon. And then I went over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orawnzva and fiddledragon's for their housewarming, to which I was invited in an impromptu manner (at least I presume orawnzva did not Plan to meet me while waiting for the bus to Newton and while I was walking to shul on Shabbos and thus to invite me at that point). Upon walking in, I saw tirerim whom I hadn't seen in almost 2 years, and met a series of people I had not previously met but I think I had occasionally heard of several of them- I'm just not sure Which several they were. It was a very nice event, and I stayed many hours longer than I had originally expected or planned to stay. This resulted in them going quite a bit out of their way to successfully feed me: they had a bowl they hadn't previously used, and some sort of Indian food that was intended to be cooked in the pouch-thing in which it came, and we kashered (with some degree of reliability- I'm not really sure that it was all metal, but it was definitely more than good enough for me) a spoon- and then I had to demonstrate my ability to use chopsticks in order to remove said spoon from boiling water. (As tirerim and qianian were the people who tried to teach me to use chop sticks the time previous to my muscles finally figuring it out at a later date, this made me proud in a rather ridiculous fashion.) I had a lovely time, and met someone I may get interested in IFD, who'll also be in NYC next year- and if nothing else, I ought to be able to find information on international folkdance via Steve for her. Oh yes, and I managed some mild confusion or something of the like in regards to my memories of qianian with very long hair, large plastic glasses and clothing that her mother probably helped her choose. I wonder if I have pictures from then- I don't think I do off hand, but someone ought to...
And then I calledzodiacmg on my way home, apparently about 30 seconds before he was about to call me- but before his mother realized he was awake as well as home: so he answered, and she picked up the phone and at the same time as I asked if he were home (after he'd answered and I was fairly sure it was him) said "No"- and then realized that he was indeed awake.
And now it's showertime and bedtime before my last 3 days of work.
Today was quiet in the morning and early afternoon. And then I went over to
orawnzva and fiddledragon's for their housewarming, to which I was invited in an impromptu manner (at least I presume orawnzva did not Plan to meet me while waiting for the bus to Newton and while I was walking to shul on Shabbos and thus to invite me at that point). Upon walking in, I saw tirerim whom I hadn't seen in almost 2 years, and met a series of people I had not previously met but I think I had occasionally heard of several of them- I'm just not sure Which several they were. It was a very nice event, and I stayed many hours longer than I had originally expected or planned to stay. This resulted in them going quite a bit out of their way to successfully feed me: they had a bowl they hadn't previously used, and some sort of Indian food that was intended to be cooked in the pouch-thing in which it came, and we kashered (with some degree of reliability- I'm not really sure that it was all metal, but it was definitely more than good enough for me) a spoon- and then I had to demonstrate my ability to use chopsticks in order to remove said spoon from boiling water. (As tirerim and qianian were the people who tried to teach me to use chop sticks the time previous to my muscles finally figuring it out at a later date, this made me proud in a rather ridiculous fashion.) I had a lovely time, and met someone I may get interested in IFD, who'll also be in NYC next year- and if nothing else, I ought to be able to find information on international folkdance via Steve for her. Oh yes, and I managed some mild confusion or something of the like in regards to my memories of qianian with very long hair, large plastic glasses and clothing that her mother probably helped her choose. I wonder if I have pictures from then- I don't think I do off hand, but someone ought to...And then I called
zodiacmg on my way home, apparently about 30 seconds before he was about to call me- but before his mother realized he was awake as well as home: so he answered, and she picked up the phone and at the same time as I asked if he were home (after he'd answered and I was fairly sure it was him) said "No"- and then realized that he was indeed awake. And now it's showertime and bedtime before my last 3 days of work.
Shabbos was quiet: the usual mix of food, shul, sleep and reading- and a brief go through of Brikh SHmeih with one of the apartmentmates to get a sense of what was going on, and (for me) to practice a little Aramaic recognition. And Saturday night I mostly read.
Today was quiet in the morning and early afternoon. And then I went over toorawnzva and fiddledragon's for their housewarming, to which I was invited in an impromptu manner (at least I presume orawnzva did not Plan to meet me while waiting for the bus to Newton and while I was walking to shul on Shabbos and thus to invite me at that point). Upon walking in, I saw tirerim whom I hadn't seen in almost 2 years, and met a series of people I had not previously met but I think I had occasionally heard of several of them- I'm just not sure Which several they were. It was a very nice event, and I stayed many hours longer than I had originally expected or planned to stay. This resulted in them going quite a bit out of their way to successfully feed me: they had a bowl they hadn't previously used, and some sort of Indian food that was intended to be cooked in the pouch-thing in which it came, and we kashered (with some degree of reliability- I'm not really sure that it was all metal, but it was definitely more than good enough for me) a spoon- and then I had to demonstrate my ability to use chopsticks in order to remove said spoon from boiling water. (As tirerim and qianian were the people who tried to teach me to use chop sticks the time previous to my muscles finally figuring it out at a later date, this made me proud in a rather ridiculous fashion.) I had a lovely time, and met someone I may get interested in IFD, who'll also be in NYC next year- and if nothing else, I ought to be able to find information on international folkdance via Steve for her. Oh yes, and I managed some mild confusion or something of the like in regards to my memories of qianian with very long hair, large plastic glasses and clothing that her mother probably helped her choose. I wonder if I have pictures from then- I don't think I do off hand, but someone ought to...
And then I calledzodiacmg on my way home, apparently about 30 seconds before he was about to call me- but before his mother realized he was awake as well as home: so he answered, and she picked up the phone and at the same time as I asked if he were home (after he'd answered and I was fairly sure it was him) said "No"- and then realized that he was indeed awake.
And now it's showertime and bedtime before my last 3 days of work.
Today was quiet in the morning and early afternoon. And then I went over to
orawnzva and fiddledragon's for their housewarming, to which I was invited in an impromptu manner (at least I presume orawnzva did not Plan to meet me while waiting for the bus to Newton and while I was walking to shul on Shabbos and thus to invite me at that point). Upon walking in, I saw tirerim whom I hadn't seen in almost 2 years, and met a series of people I had not previously met but I think I had occasionally heard of several of them- I'm just not sure Which several they were. It was a very nice event, and I stayed many hours longer than I had originally expected or planned to stay. This resulted in them going quite a bit out of their way to successfully feed me: they had a bowl they hadn't previously used, and some sort of Indian food that was intended to be cooked in the pouch-thing in which it came, and we kashered (with some degree of reliability- I'm not really sure that it was all metal, but it was definitely more than good enough for me) a spoon- and then I had to demonstrate my ability to use chopsticks in order to remove said spoon from boiling water. (As tirerim and qianian were the people who tried to teach me to use chop sticks the time previous to my muscles finally figuring it out at a later date, this made me proud in a rather ridiculous fashion.) I had a lovely time, and met someone I may get interested in IFD, who'll also be in NYC next year- and if nothing else, I ought to be able to find information on international folkdance via Steve for her. Oh yes, and I managed some mild confusion or something of the like in regards to my memories of qianian with very long hair, large plastic glasses and clothing that her mother probably helped her choose. I wonder if I have pictures from then- I don't think I do off hand, but someone ought to...And then I called
zodiacmg on my way home, apparently about 30 seconds before he was about to call me- but before his mother realized he was awake as well as home: so he answered, and she picked up the phone and at the same time as I asked if he were home (after he'd answered and I was fairly sure it was him) said "No"- and then realized that he was indeed awake. And now it's showertime and bedtime before my last 3 days of work.
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