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I spent Shabbos with friends in Newton and their kids. I've been over there before, so it was pretty comfortable: we had dinner and went to bed early (well, it was late for their kids, but pretty early for me) Friday night. I left for shul a good bit earlier than they did in the morning, after hanging around with the kids for a bit first. As usual when I visit that minyan, I ran into a bunch of people I knew: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yemeknight's parents (who told me his good news on the job front before he got to), R. Winick and family, and some folks I knew from Brandeis, casually- who my host promptly tried to invite back for lunch, although they had other plans already. So we walked back, ate lunch and rested for a while. Then we went to the playground (where I got quite a workout lifting their younger kid up things he was too little to climb so that he could go down the assorted slides), just missed mincha at Chabad, but stayed for seudat shlishit, and then one of my hosts and their younger child went home and the other host and older child and I stayed for ma'ariv. It was a very nice time over all.
WHen we got home from shul, Steve was lamenting their inability to find guests for Shabbos lunch. We had a discussion of how one needs to plan in advance to have people over usually rather than just inviting everyone you talk to at shul back, and how calling at 4:30 Friday afternoon doesn't really count as planning in advance. And then I asked what I counted as, and they sort of turned around and went "wait, yeah, we do have a guest", and then said something along the lines of me being practically family: I'd stayed over before, babysat for them, and when I come over I help out. It was surprisingly touching.
yemeknight's parents (who told me his good news on the job front before he got to), R. Winick and family, and some folks I knew from Brandeis, casually- who my host promptly tried to invite back for lunch, although they had other plans already. So we walked back, ate lunch and rested for a while. Then we went to the playground (where I got quite a workout lifting their younger kid up things he was too little to climb so that he could go down the assorted slides), just missed mincha at Chabad, but stayed for seudat shlishit, and then one of my hosts and their younger child went home and the other host and older child and I stayed for ma'ariv. It was a very nice time over all. WHen we got home from shul, Steve was lamenting their inability to find guests for Shabbos lunch. We had a discussion of how one needs to plan in advance to have people over usually rather than just inviting everyone you talk to at shul back, and how calling at 4:30 Friday afternoon doesn't really count as planning in advance. And then I asked what I counted as, and they sort of turned around and went "wait, yeah, we do have a guest", and then said something along the lines of me being practically family: I'd stayed over before, babysat for them, and when I come over I help out. It was surprisingly touching.