Tuesday, December 19, 2006
“When you put your hand to the plow, you can't put it down until you get to the end of the row.”I finished the body of "that Judaica thing" today. I even started duplicate stitching (read: embroidering) the Hebrew words on. I got as far as "meen" ("from") when I dropped my needle (it fell in the trash bin of all places) and made a tangle of the yarn. I decided that this was A Sign that I had abused myself enough and could switch over to something more pleasant, like clapotis, pictured below with a hint of "that Judaica thing":
Alice Paul (1885 - 1977)
"Meen" is the Hebrew word for "from". I find this amusing because Dad and I spent over a half hour in the post office today, mailing off four packages (the gansey and raglan for my niece and nephew, roving for a Craftster's daughter, and two of the Wacky Ducky prizes). I finished a small part of Crimson's package today, but am
I am also embarassed to admit that we haven't lit a single wick on our menorah in the past 5 nights. I think I may just go do that after I finish posting, to allieviate my guilt slightly. Mum and I will be cooking up a storm tomorrow for the Channukah party on the 21st (the deadline for "that Judaica thing" incidentally and, no, I am not panicking YET).
Anyway. Not much other progress to report. I still haven't made any of my Peace Corps physical/ mental exam appointments yet - I keep getting distracted by things like cooking and cleaning and making sure my brother doesn't fall asleep again on the way to Seattle...
Right. Deep breath. It's midnight. I need to check my email. I need to go to bed so I can finish "that-" stupid "-Judaica thing," and make parve minestrone soup, and bake another 5 dozen cookies and bake potatoes for latkes.
No, I know what I really need. I need to escape to Southern France. Provence would be nice. I'm very partial to the Cote d'Azur and San Raphael in particular.
... now where did I put my passport?