Long time no see!
Pain Spectrum – a mellow-ish yellow
BM/RD Index – 10
Fuzz meter – 7
Sorry! Pretty lame of me to be gone so long, I know. Not quite sure how the month excaped me. I have plenty of excuses, but that’s all they are – excuses. Not even gonna bore you with them.
The start of fall is always a big time for me. In many ways, the High Holidays of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur are not just symbolic: they really are the start of my new year. Last year, bad weather plus complications from my arm surgery meant that I was unable celebrate with my family, and I feel that my year sort of suffered for it. Sentimental claptrap, I’m sure, but I was not about to repeat that performance. So when my great aunt suggested that someone else host a New Year’s gathering this year, I volunteered. Which is how we ended up hosting a dinner for twenty of our relatives and friends on Sunday.
That “we” is very inclusive: my parents, my cousin, my brother, and his fiancée all contributed immensely to pulling this thing off. Everyone cooked. We spent a small fortune in catering. We kicked our friends out of their ground-floor apartment for the weekend and took over their rec room (and yes, having a multi-level roving party within a five story building was very, very cool). K cleaned for HOURS. I am still waiting for the catering company to pick all the shit up. And yeah, okay, even with no one letting me do ANYTHING (this means you, brat) I am still pretty tired. But I think it was worth it. Our family is of the nominally dysfunctional type – there are some members I’d kill for, and some that I just want to kill. Fortunately, I am vain and petty so the whole thing was sort of fun. I got to see relatives whom I don’t particularly like envious of my emotional (great husband!) and material (great apartment!) well being, yet I mostly just hung out with those whose company I actually enjoy. Sometimes it is good to be a bitch. Added bonus: we had one cousin in from Katmandu who I haven’t seen in years. Nonetheless, I hereby promise that I am never roping everyone into something like this again. From now on, we only do cocktail parties.
Ok, all catty kidding aside, I actually do have more to say: about the great sermon we heard from the rabbi on Friday, about K’s studies and his subsequent growing self-confidence, and about how the pain patches and the editing are going. It will have to wait for later posts, however. I am still too exhausted from Sunday: even writing this much has left me drained. I’m not down about it though, because I have a feeling that this year is going to be better than the last one. After all, I now see how much I have to be thankful for - a realization that is due in no small part to this blog and your responses. Here’s to everyone having a healthy and sweet New Year.
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BM/RD Index – 10
Fuzz meter – 7
Sorry! Pretty lame of me to be gone so long, I know. Not quite sure how the month excaped me. I have plenty of excuses, but that’s all they are – excuses. Not even gonna bore you with them.
The start of fall is always a big time for me. In many ways, the High Holidays of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur are not just symbolic: they really are the start of my new year. Last year, bad weather plus complications from my arm surgery meant that I was unable celebrate with my family, and I feel that my year sort of suffered for it. Sentimental claptrap, I’m sure, but I was not about to repeat that performance. So when my great aunt suggested that someone else host a New Year’s gathering this year, I volunteered. Which is how we ended up hosting a dinner for twenty of our relatives and friends on Sunday.
That “we” is very inclusive: my parents, my cousin, my brother, and his fiancée all contributed immensely to pulling this thing off. Everyone cooked. We spent a small fortune in catering. We kicked our friends out of their ground-floor apartment for the weekend and took over their rec room (and yes, having a multi-level roving party within a five story building was very, very cool). K cleaned for HOURS. I am still waiting for the catering company to pick all the shit up. And yeah, okay, even with no one letting me do ANYTHING (this means you, brat) I am still pretty tired. But I think it was worth it. Our family is of the nominally dysfunctional type – there are some members I’d kill for, and some that I just want to kill. Fortunately, I am vain and petty so the whole thing was sort of fun. I got to see relatives whom I don’t particularly like envious of my emotional (great husband!) and material (great apartment!) well being, yet I mostly just hung out with those whose company I actually enjoy. Sometimes it is good to be a bitch. Added bonus: we had one cousin in from Katmandu who I haven’t seen in years. Nonetheless, I hereby promise that I am never roping everyone into something like this again. From now on, we only do cocktail parties.
Ok, all catty kidding aside, I actually do have more to say: about the great sermon we heard from the rabbi on Friday, about K’s studies and his subsequent growing self-confidence, and about how the pain patches and the editing are going. It will have to wait for later posts, however. I am still too exhausted from Sunday: even writing this much has left me drained. I’m not down about it though, because I have a feeling that this year is going to be better than the last one. After all, I now see how much I have to be thankful for - a realization that is due in no small part to this blog and your responses. Here’s to everyone having a healthy and sweet New Year.
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