Maybe Containing Content, Maybe Not

I had two different competing potential plans for tonight: the cantorial choir concert or dancing- I desperately need to get dancing somewhere where I can do some couples dances where there's actual lead and follow happening, if for no reason other than that I stop wanting to dance whenever I'm standing around, which is a silly habit that I'm trying to curb. Said plans quickly became three options: the two above or an early night to bed. And then at mincha, a chance to listen to/talk with Rabbi Gillman and be fed was going on this evening. I chose the last plan, and listened, talked and crocheted. (I've now made a nice kippah that is dark red with gold sparkles: should be good for shabbos and such: now if I can ever finally get the right size hook for the bunch of crochet thread I bought online- they didn't have them at the store I went to locally, I can play with a bunch of other colors now too.) After that, the plan was to do a bit of work and go to bed early. Well, it's now 10:30ish- if I get to bed soon, that still counts as early, right? Even if it's really only slightly before the time I Should go to bed normally- it just is significantly earlier than the usual bedtime.

The conversation was good to hear though: the starting topic was the soul, and things just sort of flowed from there. No answers, but it was accessible enough that I got the gist of what was going on with the occasional gloss from Steve and the nice lady sitting on the other side of me who was a metaphysics teacher, and it's good to keep those thought processes open and working.

Only other events of the day worth mentioning was the fruition of my soup-making and distributing plan from yesterday: I made a big crockpot full of soup and it ended up with 4 sick friends and such and one overworked and overtired friend. It was nice to be helpful, and it gave me that nice little "I'm being useful" burst- can't say some part of it wasn't selfish.

Ok, bedtime in hopes of being far more productive and such tomorrow.

Maybe Containing Content, Maybe Not

I had two different competing potential plans for tonight: the cantorial choir concert or dancing- I desperately need to get dancing somewhere where I can do some couples dances where there's actual lead and follow happening, if for no reason other than that I stop wanting to dance whenever I'm standing around, which is a silly habit that I'm trying to curb. Said plans quickly became three options: the two above or an early night to bed. And then at mincha, a chance to listen to/talk with Rabbi Gillman and be fed was going on this evening. I chose the last plan, and listened, talked and crocheted. (I've now made a nice kippah that is dark red with gold sparkles: should be good for shabbos and such: now if I can ever finally get the right size hook for the bunch of crochet thread I bought online- they didn't have them at the store I went to locally, I can play with a bunch of other colors now too.) After that, the plan was to do a bit of work and go to bed early. Well, it's now 10:30ish- if I get to bed soon, that still counts as early, right? Even if it's really only slightly before the time I Should go to bed normally- it just is significantly earlier than the usual bedtime.

The conversation was good to hear though: the starting topic was the soul, and things just sort of flowed from there. No answers, but it was accessible enough that I got the gist of what was going on with the occasional gloss from Steve and the nice lady sitting on the other side of me who was a metaphysics teacher, and it's good to keep those thought processes open and working.

Only other events of the day worth mentioning was the fruition of my soup-making and distributing plan from yesterday: I made a big crockpot full of soup and it ended up with 4 sick friends and such and one overworked and overtired friend. It was nice to be helpful, and it gave me that nice little "I'm being useful" burst- can't say some part of it wasn't selfish.

Ok, bedtime in hopes of being far more productive and such tomorrow.