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This evening, I removed a stack of glasses from my cabinet. I separated the top one from the one below it, and put the other two back in the cabinet. About five minutes later, we heard a shattering noise. When I reopened the cabinet, there was one glass, with the shattered remnants of the glass that had been above it settled in its bottom and clinging around the upper edges in a way that was still vaguely drinking-glass shaped. The shards looked like the kind you get when a car window breaks, and for a few minutes afterward, just like with the car window (yes, a car window once broke on me - safety glass is very cool), we could hear the glass crackling. Later, when I cleaned all of the glass off the shelf, I discovered that shards of glass had landed in the top glass of another stack of three glasses (remember, the broken one was in a stack of two when it broke) - which means that not only did it shatter, it shattered with enough force to send glass flying upward! It is a very good thing that cabinet door was closed.

I took pictures, but I don't know how to post them here.

It was a rather intriguing experience.
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It seems to me that there are a variety of ways to atone for sins. A very Jewish way to do that is repentance: you acknowledge your sin, you try to fix it (I think), you apologize, and you try very hard not to do it again.

A less Jewish way to atone for sins is what I think would be called penance - maybe I am using the wrong word, but this would be the idea of giving yourself some sort of consequences/punishment for the sin you did. (Along with the acknowleding the sin part, of course).

Well, what I did yesterday was a bit more like the latter. In my apartment, I am not so good about keeping my stuff out of the public spaces. I am not so good about doing my weekly cleaning job. People pick up the slack for me often.

I should try to work on that (repentance) - but it is hard! I do work on it... really... but not with much success.

So, instead, I cleaned the fridge. It took an hour and a half. And was desperately needed. And we were going to split it up among all of us, but really, there was no way to take out the bottom shelf without getting the top ones out of the way. So I did all of it. Took an hour and a half. But it needed it, my apartment mates deserved it, and I felt good when it was done.

Now, I just need to work on the actual problem: my own mess...

In other news, I saw an entire flock of Monarch butterflies yesterday. Twice. Something I have never seen before in my life. And here I am, in the middle of a major city...

I eat lunch in a community garden near one of my schools. They were all over this flower bush with purple flowers. Every time the wind stirred the bush, they'd all fly up and change places.

And then I got to see them again at the end of the day. That school has the class where I work with two students. The class has been doing a unit on moths and butterflies, because they caught a moth in the classroom. Well, the assistant teacher saw the butterflies on her own lunch break, and caught one. At the end of the day, the students let it go. And saw all the other butterflies. Very cool.
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So yesterday, I noticed that the fan in our livingroom was blowing little bits of dust everywhere - onto the couch, the blanket on the couch, the clean laundry on the couch... okay, so maybe it was only blowing dust at the couch, but that was where it was pointed at the time. Well, after taking a lint brush to my formerly clean laundry (which, admittedly, has now been sitting on the couch for close to two days), I decided I couldn't deal with the little dust bunnies being spewed in all - well, mostly couchward - directions.

So, at 11:30 last night, I finally cleaned the fan.

On the up-side, I discovered that it is incredibly easy to remove the front of this particular fan.
On the disturbing side, it took two swiffer cloths - rather well-used, and ten incredibly dirty fingers - yes, they are still attached to my hands, and much cleaner now, so don't worry - to get the majority - and not even all, just the majority - of the dust off.

And the most disturbing part of all: New York City dust is a uniform dark gray. The kind of dark gray that is almost black. And forms dust bunnies. It was rather disgusting.

It made me think: this is what we put into our lungs?


But at least the fan is clean now.
And back to its old habits of feeling like it is on high when I put it on low.


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