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So yes, I have where to live next year: Village C118. Not what I expected, but it should work. Maybe I'll finally learn to do my dishes rather than putting it off. Maybe. One can hope. Last year I learned to clean regularly. This year I learned to sweep regularly. Maybe next year it'll be dishes. At this rate, I'll make a proper housewife someday. What I mean by that, I don't know.
So I was listening to a song called (in translation) "Autumn", which describes fall as "the summer that disappeared", at least as far as I can tell. "hakayitz shene'elam". And that is indeed the way people seem to think of fall. But- Spring isn't thought of as the winter that disappears... I know, people in general prefer hot to cold. But it's an interesting reflection. ANd I'm avoiding reading Catherine Bell, whose writing is entirely incomprehensible.
So I was listening to a song called (in translation) "Autumn", which describes fall as "the summer that disappeared", at least as far as I can tell. "hakayitz shene'elam". And that is indeed the way people seem to think of fall. But- Spring isn't thought of as the winter that disappears... I know, people in general prefer hot to cold. But it's an interesting reflection. ANd I'm avoiding reading Catherine Bell, whose writing is entirely incomprehensible.