What I Get For Not Reading The Junk Mail
There are some guys setting up a stage in our back yard-like-space. (It's a patch of random space with a road going through it, that received a bunch of mulch and a sign saying "Community Garden" a couple of weeks ago.) Said stage- not terribly large- has 6 (count them, 6) Israeli flags, three on each side.
I looked at the random piece of junk mail on our coffee table, and discovered that this is the set up for a municipal Tu Bishvat event, scheduled to begin in about an hour and a half.
I think I'm glad that I have required programming to go to that starts before that, because the sound-checks are Quite loud already (also, the sound-check-guy can't seem to think of anything to say besides "ha. huh huh ha huh huh" over and over and over again.
I looked at the random piece of junk mail on our coffee table, and discovered that this is the set up for a municipal Tu Bishvat event, scheduled to begin in about an hour and a half.
I think I'm glad that I have required programming to go to that starts before that, because the sound-checks are Quite loud already (also, the sound-check-guy can't seem to think of anything to say besides "ha. huh huh ha huh huh" over and over and over again.