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Although, in my defense, the great and holy festival of Sukkot, blessed be it, has begun.

Sukkot it one of those week-long holidays that were, in the days before atomic clocks and instantaneous communication, lengthened to eight days. The reason was that the official calendar-keepers in the capitol would send out runners to announce the holiday, which works in a tiny country like Israel. Once you have a Diaspora going, you might not get your runner until the second day of the holiday, so you'd do the whole thing a day off unless you were given an extra day of leeway. Of course a two-year-old can spot the flaw in this plan, to whit: people are not stupid, and can keep calendars and just start the holiday on their own on the correct day. Nevertheless, in modern times the seven-day holidays are eight days long.

I went to Chabad, and also drove J. I do not like J much, because he is wrong on practically every issue is there is, but he has no other way to get to Chabad. In order to not argue, we have agreed that he is only allowed to talk about whatever book he has been reading lately while in my car. This works, if only because we have the same taste in sci-fi/fantasy novels.

Baby Israel (pronounced: Yees-raw-el) is officially a toddler now. He has figured out this walking thing and is toddling around on his own two legs.

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The Saturday next, which was August 10, my family and I went to the Aufruf (pronounced: oof-roof). We Jews have broken up the Torah in such a way that if you read a bit of it every week for a year, you get to the end and then rewind the whole thing and start again. Obviously this plan only works if you read the designated portion each week, and in general, that is what happens at Jewish services. There are certain blessings said in regards to reading the Torah, and then other optional blessings: the blessing for a woman who has just given birth, the blessing for a sick person, and of course, the blessing for people who are about to get married. This last is said only rarely, because, well, people do not get married that much. So the Aufruf refers to reading the Torah and then saying the blessing for people who are about to get married. And then throwing candy at the couple.

(There was this one kid, who was maybe four, and could not throw the candy. He waited until Yaakov was conveniently sitting down hold the Torah, which is a good thirty pounds worth of scroll, before walking up to him and beaning him in the head with a candy. It was cute.)

As an unexpected bonus, it turns out that my cousin A and his wife J go to that particular Shul, so we were able to see/talk to them at the bruncheon. It was nice.

Then I walked over to the house of the Boy, and spent basically all day there, or at least until after sunset at 9:30, when we went out for ice-cream at this place that makes delicious ice cream.

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