Sometimes You Need an Unexciting Holiday

So, today was Purim, and for the first time in a few years, I didn’t overdo it.

Well, most of it was due to the fact that I was tired and loopy for most of the day, after the wretchedness that was yesterday, but after an appointment with the eye doctor, and lunch at Atwater’s (Baltimore cuisine for the win) I spent the afternoon grading, and then put on my monkey mask and headed out with Dad for megillah reading. I guess I’ve gotten used to lightning-fast Chabad megillah readers, but it seemed to take forever. Then, we had some hamantaschen and called it a night.

And now, to go back and edit my trip log post from Florida, and others if I have the energy.


Just Another List, Or Something Like That

Today I didn’t feel like doing too much, and I still don’t, but I should at least make a list of things I should be doing right now, or something.

What I Should Be Doing

  1. Making treats for meeting tomorrow.
  2. Making something nutritious for dinner. Maybe eggs or something.
  3. Writing either of my two papers for next week.
  4. Sending some emails I probably should have sent last week.
  5. Clean apartment.

What I Want to Do Right Now

  1. Nothing.
  2. Sleep.
  3. Read for pleasure.
  4. Watch another episode of Submissions Only.
  5. Watch the last hour of Shall We Dance?

And let it be known that for the first day in May, I got visitors from all 6 continents! North America (Canada, USA), South America (Peru), Europe (UK, Spain, France), Asia (India, Qatar, Hong Kong, Taiwan), Africa (Uganda) and Oceania (Australia)!


Just Some Fixin’s

Today was a pretty blah day here in Baltimore: not too cold, but not sunny at all, kinda like the last few days. I’ve been basically going back and forth between the car dealership (new keys, tire pressure check, help me out with features, blah blah blah), and doing errands (haircut, bank, post office, etc.) and attempting to read at various Starbucks around town but inevitably getting interrupted by a phone call or something.

So, I decided to fix two posts that were bugging me, and I will link you to them presently:

First, my birthday post from this year. Two of the videos were not showing up, now you can watch all five of my favorite happy YouTube videos.

Second, my trip to Trempealeau County, WI and Winona, MN with Rahul. Posted originally on June 1, 2014, but I must have gotten distracted because the post ended in the middle of a sentence.

Please enjoy and take care while I brainstorm something interesting to post about for the coming week.


River Deep, Mountain Sigh

Oh frabjous day, calloo callay!

I actually finished a book today!

Granted, it was one that I’ve been reading since September, but I have read all the pages, whether it’s been between classes, in buses/planes/trains/automobiles, but it’s 245 pages of FINISHED. And what was that 245-page winner? River, Cross My Heart by Breena Clarke.


Now, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it is an Oprah book. However, the plot seemed to be interesting, I love the title, and it seemed rather light, which it was.

So, spoiler alert: Clara Bynum dies. It’s like in the first page and on the back cover. The rest of the book are usually-connected vignettes about the many adventures of Johnnie Mae Bynum and her Georgetown friends during the Roaring Twenties, around the time of the Harlem Renaissance. Other than that, not too much else happens. Johnnie Mae is good at swimming, and thinks that this awkward girl Pearl Miller is actually the reincarnation of her dead little sister. There are a lot of characters, and I think taking 4 months to read this one got me off track because I kept having to refer back to other chapters, and forgot some of the key components. There was something about herbal remedies/witchcraft, something about trouble in the South, something about Johnnie Mae’s mother giving up Thanksgiving to spend it working in some lady’s kitchen.

All in all, it was a pleasant read, and perfect if you want something light, fluffy, cottony, and banal. Perhaps you’ve just seen a scary movie or you need to get your mind off something; disappear into Breena Clarke’s Georgetown for a while. Plus, the cover on my edition is the one you see above, kinda spooky and attracts the eyes of interested passersby.

Also, the title has barely anything to do with the book; I feel like Breena Clarke could have done better. A decent writer, just needed a little bit more conflict.


My Door, Nice Neighbors, and More

So, today was rather uneventful. Well, not so much for the Supreme Court and all those involved in the appeal, but for me, anyway.

I did get woken up this morning with the lovely sound of my door being replaced with a new one. It was highly unpleasant to listen to, but it got me up, out of bed, dressed, and actually doing the readings for today while cleaning the kitchen. But now I have a new door. There is no number on it yet, so I guess I live in a numberless apartment for now.

I also decided to laundry between classes. Stupidly, I started it a little too late to follow through completely, and by the time I was putting it in the dryer, this girl Molly from down the hall was putting her wash in. I needed to go to class, so I left my hamper there, and told here that if/when she needed the dryer, she could leave my stuff in this blue hamper. And when I got back from class, my clothes were actually sitting in the hamper rather than on the floor! What a nice surprise.

Normally my life is pretty rosy (or at least I portray it to be), but at the moment I’m in a rough patch. I’m not sure why, but I’m just not feeling too inspired. I think I will edit an older post, say hello to my newest country to visit (Georgia!) and then call it quits for the night.

So here is the completed post about jerks on airplanes, now with a second story added. Yay!