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So it is only April 11th and my taxes are just about done. Not bad, right? I'd say it will have taken me about 4 hours when all is said and done. Also not bad.

Plus, thanks to those summer courses I took I get a bit of money back. Not enough that it covers the cost of the courses, but it is still money.

Of course, in order to get that money, I had to figure out how much I spent on the courses in the first place. One school sent me a tax form (yay) and the other school did not (:P). There were two schools because the courses were through my union - which also earned a $30 fee off of me for each one, so add that to the cost as well... Anyway, good thing I paid by check for both courses, because that meant I could look back and see what the amount was. It is also useful that my textbooks from said courses still have the price stickers on them.

Anyway, I guess it just goes to show that being organized can pay off - organized in the way of actually saving these sorts of documents. It would definitely have cut down on the sleuthing time if I had just saved the silly receipts in a file somewhere.

let that be a lesson for next year.

Yeah, right.
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So I have a cold. It began on Sunday with a throat thing, and the throat thing is finally starting to go away, but it has since moved into my nose. Of course.

Anyway, I realized that it is rather ironic that while my body needs more sleep when I am sick, it seems I am more likely to wake up in the middle of the night and thus not get said sleep. Of course, it would also help, I suppose, to go to bed a bit earlier... (silly taxes... but at least they are getting done.)

I also don't know how many of you have an internal voice - i.e. "hear" yourself thinking inside your head in your own voice - but I do. And I am finding it somewhat strange that my mental voice is sounding about as hoarse as my actual voice. So when I hear myself think, I sound as sick as when I speak.

At least my mental voice is not slowed down by coughing fits. That's gotta count for something...
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Ah, peer pressure...

1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks.

Stream

2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called.

Shopping cart.

3. A metal container to carry a meal in.

Um... a ziploc baggie? Oh, wait. not metal. A lunch box, then.

4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in.

a treif frying pan.

5. The piece of furniture that seats three people.

couch.

6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof.

Gutter.

7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening.

porch.

8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages.

Soda.

9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup.

Pancake.

10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself.

Food I don't eat. So I don't generally talk about it unless someone else mentions it first, at which point I generally use the word they use - usually sub or hero.

11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach.

bathing suit. Hopefully not a speedo.

12. Shoes worn for sports.

Sneakers.

13. Putting a room in order.

straightening up or cleaning, depending on what's going on.

14. A flying insect that glows in the dark.

Firefly.

15. The little insect that curls up into a ball.

What?

16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down.

Seesaw.

17. How do you eat your pizza?

Not a dialect question. I usually pick it up and bite into it. Unless I am recovering from oral surgery, in which case I eat very small bites with a fork and knife.

18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff?

Garage sale. Unless it's manhattan, where no one has a garage, so it is called a tag sale.

19. What's the evening meal?

Dinner.

20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are?

Basement.

21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places?

Water fountain.
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So a few friends and I were going to go shopping for bridesmaid dresses for [livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer's wedding. [livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer suggested that Sunday the 23rd, the Sunday after Purim (Jewish holiday coming up this Friday, for those who do not know) would be a good day for her. The rest of us agreed that it would be a good day.

Then, on Friday, as I was walking from one school to another, I noticed a grocery store sign that said it would be closed on Sunday the 23rd so that its employees can celebrate Easter. Later, I saw an ad for the Macy's flower show, and it, too, will be closed on Easter Sunday.

Right. Easter. Stores close.

Maybe we can't go to the bridal store after all. Oops.

Anyway, it was a weird realization, because I am not used to noticing that things close on Easter. For that matter, I forgot that Easter was even coming up. Oddly, I was incredibly aware of Good Friday, but totally forgot that Good Friday on the 21st meant Easter on the 23rd. Of course, why am I aware of Good Friday? Because it is a weekday and my schools are closed for it. Oh, and it also has the good fortune of being the same day as Purim, such that I don't have to take a day for Purim, since it happens to be a day off anyway.

I guess the thing is that, in the vast majority of years, Easter Sunday falls in the middle of Passover. So either we are too busy celebrating our own holiday to notice what the majority of the US is celebrating, or it is the middle of the holiday and I am home with my family, which lives in a county where the stores are still closed *every* Sunday, so Easter doesn't feel any different.

(by way of explanation to those who don't know: Passover is 8 days long and the first two days and the last two days are "holidays" in the full sense of the word - observed in pretty much the same fashion as the Jewish Sabbath - no doing "work", including e-mail, driving a car, shopping, etc. The days in the middle are only half-holidays, in a sense. There is still celebration going on, but most of that "work" is allowed - which makes it a wonderful time to go shopping at the mall, or go see the circus, or whatever.)

Anyway, this is the first year in a long time where Easter has fallen on a "normal" Sunday for me, in a sense. And it's weird.
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So I went to the gym today. Hadn't been in about three weeks. On Tuesday, I was still feeling too worn out and lacking in the nutrition department. But today, as I was sitting checking my e-mail, I realized I was ready and eager - yes, actually eager - to finally get back to the gym.

So I did.

The end-result? I have lost less strength than I thought I would have lost. I will need to do a bit more to catch up to where I was - but not so much.

As for whether I am completely healed, no, not yet. Excessive chewing still makes my jaw hurt a bit, but at least I am able to eat most normal foods. I am still avoiding overly crunchy things, bagels, and things with lots of small bits (like rice) which could get caught. I am also still chewing on the "wiser" side of my mouth - but sometimes I forget and chew on both sides, so that should say something as well.

Anyway, I am getting there.
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I think I may finally have finished the rough draft of the novel I began during NaNoWriMo back in November. As some of you may recall, I hit 50,000 words - the word count needed to "win", then sort of stopped mid-book.

The "final" word count is around 57,000, and there are definitely some things I wanted to put in there that didn't make it, but hey, it's a rough draft.

And it found a spot to end.

So now, I need to let it sit for a while, and then begin a process that is going to be new and strange for me - actually revising it and getting it past Draft I and into Draft II.

If anyone knows of any good resources on revision, please do let me know.

But meanwhile, I think it's done!
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Still eating mush - but also pasta.

Also discovering that really, talking nonstop all day, often very stridently, is not so good for resting one's jaw. Yeah, teaching is bad for speedy recovery on this one. Oh well.

Also discovered that my cheek, while less swollen, is now yellow. Yeah. Huge bruise. Not too surprising, but definitely a bit weird.

Also tired. Between the eating of the mush and the healing thing, I guess that makes a lot of sense.

And did I mention that my cheek is yellow?
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First, thank you to all of you who made food suggestions, and to all of you who IMed or called to see how I was doing over the past few days - and also to all of you who IMed or called for other random reasons and then remembered and asked how I was doing. :)

The answer depended on when I was being asked.

So Thursday produced much anxiety - surprise surprise. I made it through with just the novicaine, but I panicked - needlessly, as it turns out - over how much the novicaine shots would hurt - and then I didn't calm down for a good long while. The procedure itself, while it had its unpleasant moments, did not involve much pain - just the sort that comes from having ones mouth open too wide for too long. But once I told him that, he removed the thing that was holding my mouth open, and I was able to close it between steps, and that helped a bit. And, overall, if it took ten minutes (not counting the waiting for my mouth to go numb part) I'd be surprised. It was quick.

And then it took me 20 minutes to calm down. I made it home on my own, though, even though the cab took nearly as long as the subway, and I had to walk an entire avenue block to catch one. Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] debka_notion for being on-call in case I needed her - even though I managed on my own.

And even more special thanks to my mom, who picked me up before the rush hour traffic got bad, and got me home before the novicaine wore off, such that by the time I was miserable, I was already on the couch in the family room with three different people available to whine to.

Early Thursday evening, I got to feel miserable for a few hours - well, mildly miserable - but I was feeling much better by around 8:30 or so. The feeling better part lasted through Friday, and then I felt worse again as of Saturday morning. Which means I have been using the prescription meds to help me sleep through the night - or rather, taking them later in the night when I realize I have not managed to sleep.

On Friday, I was feeling well enough to make most of a vegetable soup and home-made applesauce - and everyone agreed that the applesauce was yummy. There is very little left of it, in fact. But then I was useless yesterda.

So yesterday was not so fun, but then I took a long nap. And today is hopefully better than yesterday.

Tomorrow had better be better than today, because I plan to go to work.

And yes, [livejournal.com profile] wildblueyonder2, I am now 50% less wise.

And that is the update.
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So I'm getting two of my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.

And now I am trying to stock up on foods that I will be able to eat in the days immediately following tomorrow.

So far, I have:
- two flavors of applesauce
- three flavors of pudding
- a jello-like snack
- chocolate soy milk
- cottage cheese with fruit in it (not sure if that is quite the right texture)
- cream of wheat (again, not sure on the texture, but it seemed like a possible breakfast food)
- some potatoes and sweet potatoes to bake really thoroughly until they mash well

When I am home for the weekend, I am expecting to get:
- chicken soup (broth)
- gefilte fish
- hopefully some squash kugel or sweet potato kugel

If I am lucky, I will also get some pureed vegetable soup (my mom makes it and it is yummy)

If people can think of other foods that are mushy - especially foods that are not dairy, since I need to go light on that (hence I don't have yogurts and I probably should not have bought the cottage cheese either) - I am open to suggestions.
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One of the consequences of living in the city is that, as I walk down the street, I get stopped every so often by people standing on the street, holding clipboards. The tend to stand in pairs, one on either end of the block, facing opposite directions, so they can grab people who are heading in either direction. They generally try to catch your eye and ask something along the lines of, "Hi there. Can you spare a minute for [fill in the blank here]," (or, alternatively, "Do you have a minute for...) generally choosing topics I might actually care about such as global warming, children in Africa, gay rights.

Thing is, I walk a lot for my job, up and down the same main streets as I travel from school to school. I am paid for that travel time - it is scheduled in. This means that, technically, I am working as I walk. Which, by extension, means that no, I cannot ever spare a minute. Now, granted, I don't like to sign things anyway, and I tend to refuse even when I am not working, but still...

Today I got asked if I could spare a minute for gay rights. I felt really bad answering, "sorry, no." I felt worse that I also could not stop and explain that I was running off to work, because I do care about that cause, and I know it can be discouraging when people say no and walk past.

I also feel like they are going to think I don't care about their issue when, in fact, I do care. I just don't like signing things, and I am working right now, as I walk past you. See that step I took? That was me, working. See that next step? You got it. Working. If I stop to talk to you, even for long enough to explain why I can't stop to talk to you, then I will be stealing time from my employer.

Plus, as I said, I don't sign petitions.

Anyway, it just feels awkward.
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The good news is, I only voted in one of them.

I was in the other two polling places over the course of a normal workday. Had my schedule been a bit different, I could have been in three others. Elementary schools are polling places, and I do work in three of them.

It has been an interesting day for the schools. This is the first time in a long time that a primary has mattered here, and so the schools were bustling with people coming in to vote.

This made for some major inconveniences for the schools, which had to juggle voters with students while keeping everything separate and safe - an especially big issue in the schools where the voting booths were in the cafeteria. (The one where I vote has them in the gym. This makes things easier, as all the school needs to do is cancel gym for the day. It is much harder to cancel lunch.)

One of the assistant principals sent out an e-mail last week with the subject line, "help!" asking for people to volunteer to earn some extra money by giving up half of their lunch period to direct traffic and keep things safe. In at least one school, some students ate lunch in their classrooms, and students were not allowed to leave the classroom without an adult in at least two schools - not even to go to the bathroom. Voting also affected arrival and dismissal procedures, etc.

At first, I was thinking they should have closed school today. To have so many strangers allowed into the school who would normally not be allowed in seemed like a major security nightmare to me. Imagine if a sex offender wanted to vote! (though I am guessing they have to vote absentee if there is a vote in a school on a school day...) But the point is, it seemed a bit chaotic and worrisome.

Then, I watched the kids take notice. Children discussing the election with parents when they were picked up at dismissal. One student explaining to me who he would vote for. Having elections in the building while classes are in session is an amazing educational opportunity. It sends a message to students that voting is important, and that it is a big deal. It reminds me of when my mom took me with her to our polling place (also in a local public school) when I was a kid. It is a powerful memory. (As I have said before, I think I even got to pull the lever with/for her. I think of that every time I go to vote, every time I pull the lever. I will miss the lever when they switch over.)

Anyway, it made today feel that much different. And I thought, for all the chaos, that having a major primary on a school day was pretty cool.

Amusing

Jan. 22nd, 2008 10:41 pm
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A minute or two after ending a conversation with one of my apartment mates, she interrupted my writing to ask:"I'm sorry - did you just ask me to do something for you? Oh, wait. You asked me to leave you alone."

Yes, that was what I asked...

Yeah. So remember how I wrote those 50,000 words? Now, I am returning to the novel to actually finish it. (I hope)
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The rules: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.

(okay, okay, so I admit I sort of cheated - I did a complete do-over. I started from the beginning with a new shuffle, and it came out much better the second time around. Also, I have a few untitled tracks where I don't know the song title, so I skipped those.)

What does next year have in store for me?
Near you always - Jewel
Who is near me? Does that mean I stay near friends? A lover? Hmm...

What does your love life look like?
The lover after me – Savage Garden
Ooh! Tell me more about that one! Who is running after me?

What do I say when life gets hard?
Hold me – Savage Garden
Hugs = good.

What do I think when I get up in the morning?
America – Simon and Garfunkel
What a big thing to think about first thing in the morning. Is that a sort of secular version of Modeh Ani?

What song will I dance to at my wedding?
Lothlorien - Enya
Not sure that's dance-able, but pretty.

What do you want as a career?
Ufros Aleinu (sukkat shlomecha)
So I am supposed to do something connected to peace-making? No, I am not going to be a mediator. But I suppose that is a part of teaching...

Your favorite saying?
Jupiter - Jewel
Um. Okay...

Favorite place:
The best thing – Savage Garden
Glad it is somewhere good, but that doesn't answer the question.

What do you think of your parents?
Bye Bye Love – Simon and Garfunkel
Hopefully, that just means I am independent.

Where would you go on a first date?
Kathy’s song – Simon and Garfunkel
I don't know what song that is, but the title is a complete nonsequitor here. Unless someone named Kathy is in a musical somewhere. A musical would be a nice, but expensive, first date.

Drug of choice?
Keep the customer satisfied – Simon and Garfunkel
So.... is that someone or something keeping me satisfied, or am I supposed to get high off of satisfying someone else? Um...

Describe yourself:
Recovering the Sattelites - REM
Head in the clouds? Yep, that's me.

What is the thing I like doing most?
Ani V’atah (neshaneh at ha’olam)
Well, if you use the actual title, sans parentheses, then I like hanging out with people - or with one male person, I guess. If you add in the parenthetical part, then I like making a difference in the world and leaving my mark. Very true.

The song that best describes the president?
I’m Sensitive - Jewel
You know, I think that explains a lot about his motivations...

What is my state of mind like at the moment?
Voice of the Night – Kol Halayla
Not sure what to make of that one. It is currently night time, though...

How will I die?
Two beds and a Coffee Machine – Savage Garden
Well, that could get interesting.

What's your deepest, darkest secret?
Star me Kitten – REM
You know, that secret must be really deep because I don't get it myself.

What am I doing right now?
How can I keep from singing – Enya
Not actually true, but a very appropriate way to end off this meme. :)
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Yeah, so I did NaNoWriMo again this year. For the uninitiated, that is National Novel Writing Month, the month of November, as run by www.nanowrimo.org. The idea is to write 50,000 words of a novel in one month, and I did it.

Unlike last year, said novel is not yet done. Also unlike last year, (I think,) I have a bit more drive to get this one actually worked into something passable.

Odd part is, the story is not done yet - and part of me is tempted to wait until the second draft to finish it. As it is, I will have to keep slogging along - with only my internal motivation as time pressure - in order to feel like it is done.

But I got to 50,000. :)
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So when I walk into the hallway, it smells like old smoke. It makes my throat scratchy to breathe it. This is when it is really annoying that I am so far from the elevator.

Did I mention that the smoke is because there was a fire last night?

No, not in my apartment. Not even on my floor. But definitely in my building.

I live on the sixth floor. The apartment directly below us, on the fifth floor, has a balcony. that balcony is the roof of the fourth floor - because part of the building doesn't go past the fourth floor. Well, anyway, we can see that roof from our window.

[livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer was visiting briefly when I smelled something burning and asked what it was, wondering if something had melted in the kitchen, or if a bug had gotten caught in a lamp - or something. But then we looked outside, and there was smoke coming from somewhere - a bit. And then a lot. And there were sirens. And then we began to realize it was our building.

We tried calling the doorman, but no answer. Then someone in the hall said there was a fire on the fourth floor. After stopping to close the windows and grab my computer (just in case. It's expensive and has lots of files on it.), I learned that I can descend six flights of stairs really quickly.

The fact that the stairwell closest to me was hazy with smoke - and then, after we went back to get my apartment mate and passed it again, opaque with smoke, may have motivated our hasty movement down the far stairwell. There were wisps of smoke coming into the stairwell around the edges of the door on the fourth floor.

Yeah. So I slept over at [livejournal.com profile] mysticengineer's place last night. We were allowed back in, but the smoke smell was still there, and hitting me in the sinuses. Plus, I had seen the burnt out apartment from the outside, and that, plus the smell? A bit disturbing.

It hit a bit close to home - on more than one level. Because it was right there, two floors down and around a bend in the corridor. So it was good to sleep somewhere else.

Now, I am back. It still smelled bad when I ate breakfast. Now, the smell is almost completely gone from the apartment, but not the hallway. As I said, it smells scratchy. It is rather irritating to my throat. They say they are going to take care of it tomorrow.

Meanwhile, rumors fly all over the place. What happened, to whom and why. I learned no one was seriously hurt, and that a couple lives in that apartment, and has for a while, and that their son is now grown up and was home when it happened. I learned that people could see flames shooting out of the windows, that one person heard glass break, and that the apartment next door on one side was wrecked as well, because the firefighters broke into it to get to the fire. I learned that the fourth floor hallway is a mess, and that the third floor has tons of water damage in the hall and also elsewhere - and that water leaked down as far as the second floor - if not further. Last night, they were mopping up water in the lobby that had leaked down the stairwell, from where they connected the hose. I also learned that the smoke got into the hallways higher up. Our hallway may have had some smoke, but there was so much on the 15th floor that people were trapped in their apartments. One guy was going to tie sheets together and drop down to the 10th floor balcony until a neighbor called him to tell him what was going on and not to worry. But all of us in the building learned that there is no good way to figure out what is going on in this building when there is a fire. I learned that this was not the first big fire, and that there was once a fire on my floor, in the apartment across the hall from me, and that it was so bad that a tenant all the way down on the other end of the hall had her furniture turned black by the smoke (or that's what she said, anyway.)

It is actually a bit disturbing that there is no way, it seems, for us to know when and where there is a fire except by smelling smoke, looking out the window, or hearing from our neighbors. We called downstairs, but the doorman did not pick up - which is understandable, but it meant we had no clue what we were supposed to do - well, I guess for us it was easy to just get out and ask questions later, but the people higher up whose hallways were filled with smoke and who had no clue where it was coming from and no way to find out? We found out where the fire was from our neighbors across the hall, who shouted out that there was a fire on the fourth floor. But if our hallway had been filled with smoke, even our neighbors could not have told us anything - because they would have been stuck in their apartments too. There isn't even any sort of alarm, it seems.

But the management did take the time to write up a letter to us all, thanking us for whatever it was we all did last night in how we handled the situation, and also assuring us that everything is according to code. Thanks. Glad to hear clear answers on why no one told us what was going on.

Anyway, so that's what happened.

Oh, and if you comment, please be aware that this is not friendslocked, so please try to avoid any identifying information. Thanks.
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"When the moment comes, take the first one from the right."
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So I was fortunate in that I did not get thoroughly soaked until I was walking home from work - rather than midday while walking between schools.

I was less fortunate in that I did, in fact, get thoroughly soaked - to the point where I could have stepped in a puddle by the time I got home, and it would not have made the inside of my sneakers any wetter.

Today, I had planned to go to the gym - only now, my sneakers were soaked.

How crazy am I? I went anyway. (I wore old sneakers instead of the soaked ones - I am not *that* crazy)

I did, however, get there later than I had planned. The extra time at home to just decompress and dry off a bit was needed.

It helped that I did not have to rush over for a personal training session - but that is a story in itself.

I was supposed to meet with my trainer on Tuesday for our fourth session - after two weeks of having not seen him, between the holidays, Hebrew school, and other stuff that was on my schedule.

He didn't show.

They called him and couldn't reach him. Then, they told me he would call me.

He didn't call yesterday. He did call today. He left a message. He apologized and explained he had lost his phone. Then, he said to call him to set up the next appointment - for today, if I wanted to.

Then there was another message - from the person who coordinates the trainers. It said that my trainer would be leaving the gym because another opportunity had come up.

I am still not sure whether that is the truth, or a euphamism for "we fired him." Either way, though, I think it is a good thing, because Tuesday made me not want to trust him very much, and there were a few other things I didn't like - for instance, how when I came in to schedule my initial fitness evaluation, he offered to do it rather than letting someone actually match me up with the best trainer for me. I didn't realize until it was too late - becuase I didn't know that the person who does the evaluation is also the one who becomes your trainer.

Anyway, so now I have a new trainer, and I think it is a good thing.

It is strange to hear a message on the machine and then find out it is no longer relevant. He left me a message to schedule the next appointment, and either he didn't know yet that he wasn't coming back (which would indicate firing) or he didn't want *me* to know, because he wanted another session with me so he could earn some more money.

Either way, it was weird.

Kind of like listening to old messages on my machine before erasing them. I have a message from a friend's father, looking for his daughter (my friend) - and when I heard it a year later, knowing that things were so different from when he left the original message, it was just weird.

I feel like there is a better way to explain all of that - but my brain is not working well enough to get it into words.

I guess it's a sort of dissonance or something. Like your brain takes a moment to process that this message is not now. It is a relic from the past. Or, in the case of today's messages, that sense of contradiction - and the pause to wonder if my trainer knew what was about to happen.
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Yom tov is over. For a long time. And there was a lot of yom tov.

I feel like a lot happened over the past few weeks. One result of all this yom tov, of course, was that there was not enough weekday time, and so I had no time to blog about all of the interesting goings-on.

I guess I should begin with the high holidays. The minyan my family loved for so many years finally ended, so we had to go to a different one. It was ok but nothing special. So I went home for Rosh Hashanah to get in some good family time, but stayed in the city for Yom Kippur.

Went to my usual minyan for that, and found a bit of dissonance there between "this is different from what I am used to" and "I am so at home here - let me help keep things running." I got to hold a Torah during kol nidrei. It was heavy, and by the end, when I handed it back, I could not hold my siddur because my arms were shaking. But it was still very cool that in my (unofficially) Orthodox congregation, I could hold a Torah in front of everyone - but not in my nonegalitarian Conservative congregation back where my family is. So that was interesting.

Anyway, it was a different davening experience - but, as I said, also oddly familiar. I really did feel at home. So that was nice. Plus, I got to host my own pre-fast meal, chaotic as it was, and that was nice too.

Then Sukkot - first days at home - featuring the conveniently-timed cold (yom tov far preferable to work day on that one), the sukkah of mosquitos (well, I only got nibbled on) and humidity (weird sukkot weather) and also the case of the missing aravot. So I did not have my own lulav the first day - but our lunch guests turned out to have the aravot (my dad bought our lulavs and theirs), so I went on a mission to retrieve them before dinner, and used them the second day. So many people in our shul have lulavs that they make us march through a different room during hoshanot - and this year they had it all set up with a set course, delineated by chairs and streamers. One family member compared it to airport security.

On the cute side, my nephew held a lulav (with a little help - but he really held on). He's in that grabbing stage, and it was really adorable.

The other Sukkot adventure related to the schach, which I viewed from a different angle from a second story window partway through yom tov. That was when I noticed the sukkah was partly naked! That is, one piece of the schach had blown on top of the other schach and I could see the bare beams that held the rest of the schach up. So yeah. A naked sukkah. It was quite the discovery.

Then some chol hamoed, followed by last days in the city. Hosted a meal on Simchat Torah, breakfast for dinner. The big excitement of the evening was when I accidentally left one ritual object too close to another, and someone else bumped ino them. Yes, that's right. Shabbat candles and Challah covers do not play nicely together... I guess it's a good thing I didn't like that challah cover too much anyway... and also a good thing nothing else was damaged. But let me tell you - quite the impressive flame. Whoosh!

Excitement of another kind as well: there were some bad parties going on - the kind that give the holiday a bad name - on other floors of the building. The cops were called, and people had to really know where they were going to get into the building - because, unfortunately, some people come in just to troll for parties. They go from floor to floor and listen for the noise. Thankfully, no parties on our floor, and my meal was pretty low-key (even the fire did not generate too much chaos), so we weren't that affected. But it's really disrespectul to the holiday and to the neighbors.

And now I am excited for a different kind of holiday - I get off from work tomorrow because some guy with a boat got lost on the way to the West Indies. Hooray!
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One of the interesting side-effects of a 3-day yom tov: it requires the purchase (or baking) of twelve challot for six meals. On the practical level, this means that the stores that usually have plenty of challah run out really quickly.

On an average Friday afternoon at 3:30, the store below my building (not Jewishly owned) still has plenty of challah - and even has a variety to choose from. Today, they had five. Zomicks. Pullapart.

Had I been desperate, maybe.

Thing is, I didn't need challah for motzea. I needed it for French Toast.

So, to the Jewish store down the block. Where they had about three water challahs. Maybe four or five.

And three pre-sliced challahs.

Normally, totally useless, since it has to be whole for the brachah. Which is why the sliced challahs were still there.

The package said, "perfect for French Toast"

And so they are.

I bought two of them.
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So dinner on Friday night at [livejournal.com profile] mbarr's was rather nice - and occasionally rather entertaining as well.

One moment in particular that stuck in my head was when the words "self-cleaning onion" came up in conversation between two people, and the words got passed, by repetition, further down the table. It seems someone meant to say "self-cleaning oven," but self-cleaning onion is a far more interesting concept. It seems that such an item, though consumable, could be used along with both dairy and meat, which is not normally possible with onions (because once you have touched the onion with, say, a dairy knife, it absorbs the essence of the dairy-ness and becomes dairy).

This, interestingly, led to a discussion of the genders of dishes. (Because onions, like dishes, take on gender.) It occurred to me that, with dishes, instead of asking "what is the status of this dish?" or "what is this dish used for?" when we want to know whether a dish is for dairy or for meat, we tend to ask, "what is the gender of this dish?"

Which, of course, led to a discussion of gendered dishes. And the realization that though there are only two normative genders when it comes to people (there are other genders that came up - including androgynous and hermaphrodite- but those are not normative), there are actually four normative genders when it comes to dishes: dairy, meat, parve (neutral), and not kosher. And then, if you add in Passover, you get at least five or six... (i.e. passover dairy and passover meat)

Anyway, it was quite the entertaining conversation - and oddly philosophical as well.

Isn't it fun to keep kosher? :)

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