September 25th, 2004

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Poem for Saturday

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It's the night when we pray to unbreak all the vows we never should have made in the first place. I wish I could say I accomplished something significant today, but I had a missed communication with my lunch date, went shopping for thrilling things like pantyhose to wear to services tomorrow, and my major point of pleasure was discovering that my son got all his spelling words right after the repeated drills of early morning. My older son's bus never arrived at the bus stop, thus requiring my husband to drive him halfway across the county to school; he got him there in time but was then irritable with the back and forth commute, and I ended up meeting him for a quick late lunch in between chores as consolation for us both.

office_ennui did a really nice thing for me that I can't even take advantage of, since it's Yom Kippur, but I want to express my adoration and frustration that we were not fated to enjoy this day together. Instead it's services, entertainment for kids and breaking the fast...not that anyone in my immediate household will be fasting past lunchtime...an entire day with the entire family. I shall atone for my wish for just a few minutes hibernating. Good Yom Tov and good luck to everyone in the path of Jeanne.

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Online When I Shouldn't Be

We interrupt this Day of Atonement for one of those parental dilemmas: what do you do when your son's favorite writer is in town from overseas, for one afternoon only, and it happens to be right between the end of the family service and the gathering to break the fast, and the author is going to be speaking as well as signing and greeting kids?


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Due to a friend's extreme generosity (and possible insanity, heh), I had the opportunity tonight to have a fan experience of a lifetime. And I bailed, because it's Yom Kippur, I have family obligations, and a host of other practical reasons. Am now wondering whether I will eventually have an "OH MY GOD! WHAT WAS I THINKING!" moment, particularly since going to see a children's author one's son loves seems rather like a fannish activity. And, I mean, if Russell Crowe was in town and I had an invite to see him, I'd go whether it was Yom Kippur or the Day of Judgment. Speaking of whom, from tomorrow's Parade section, which we always get delivered a day early: Collapse )

Eep. To make this entry somewhat relevant to the day, another feminist version of a traditional prayer. Collapse )