Yes, I say what, and not who. You’ll understand by the end of this post.
Hello from Memorial Library, by the way. There’s something about blogging from a desktop that is way more satisfying than a laptop or a phone. I should look into doing this more often.
I usually don’t take too long to get ready to go out. Unless it’s winter, and I need my entourage. Simply put, my entourage is everything that I’d need for the day, and if I’m leaving anytime before noon, I need to make sure I have all of these things with me. Sometimes it requires multiple trips to the car. Most often, I end up not needing the majority of the items, but it’s good knowing that they’re with me, I guess. Here’s the lineup:
- Backpack (usually the majority of what’s listed below is in the backpack, if it fits)
- Hebrew-English dictionary
- Translation pages
- Index cards
- Address Labels
- Scrap paper (to wrap things in)
- Books for research
- Books for pleasure reading
- Books to be finished and swapped
- Post-it flags
- Hand cream
- Sunscreen (finally removed now that winter has arrived)
- Change purse
- Power cord
- Phone charger
- Headphones for laptop
- Gym bag (usually contains the following items)
- Extra shirt
- Gym pants
- Body wash
- Empty cloth bags for grocery shopping
- Cloth bag with Latin shoes/extra socks
- Cloth bag with Standard shoes/extra socks
When I roll, I roll deep.
I might be a pack rat.
Now that I’ve gotten that exciting title out of the way…
I had to walk back from dance class tonight in an insane downpour. When I got into my car, it looked like I had one swimming. I was just so done with the day that all I could do was break out into song.
So I sang.
“Party in the USA.”
AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS
It felt great.
I managed to get through “Oops! I Did It Again,” “Single Ladies,” and “All I Want for Christmas is You” before I made it home. I was still wet wet wet but at least I got to screw up lyrics and basically scream all the way home, knowing no one could hear my screeches through the wind, the windows, and the rain.
What’s your go-to car sing-a-long song?
Most of the past week of my life or so has consisted of sleeping (horribly, I might add), staying in bed until the afternoon, feeding myself, thinking about doing work, frantically running around either doing errands or going to dance classes, forgetting to feed myself again, watching YouTube, and going to bed way too late.
While it might seem like the perfect life, it does have its drawbacks, and I need to get.stuff.done.this.month.
So, a goal list is in order.
While I have my thoughts collected here goes my loosely-defined some goals for October.
- Read/go through ~4 books a week for research.
- Write 3-5 pages a week.
- Translate 7 scenes a week (roughly 1 a day; if there is a short one, I can do two in a day)
- Go through stuff in my closet/on my desk/in my car.
- Read 100-200 pages a day (for pleasure)
- Limit: YouTube, Facebook, Words with Friends, Secret Society, constantly checking email, other distractions.
- Go to bed by 2 AM.
Come on Jacob, you can do this.
Any encouragement would be appreciated.
It seems like I’m always doing “part ones” of series. But anyway, enough about me, so how are you?
I had a pretty productive day, I guess, but instead of going out tonight (it’s a Monday, so it’s par for the course, but whatevs), I decided to stay in, watch TV, and do laundry.
And of course, what is all over the news is pretty shocking. In case you’ve been off the grid for the past few hours, there was an explosion at an Ariana Grande concert in England, with 19 people dead, most likely all teenagers or preteens. It’s shocking and troubling, and all over every news and social media platform out there.
But what a lot of people don’t realize is that this week was a gigantic victory elsewhere in the world that no one seems to be celebrating – 82 of the 200+ girls who were kidnapped while taking exams at their school in Nigeria have been found and returned to their parents. When I heard this news yesterday, I was truly elated. I can’t imagine what those families must have been feeling, and the relief that even though the girls endured much horror, they seemed to be happy and healthy to be back with their parents. I couldn’t stop clicking through YouTube videos of the happy reunions. I’ve always thought that if what had happened in Nigeria happened in the USA or Canada or England, the entire world would be up in arms, and not forget after a few days like they did when it happened 3 years ago. I’ve actually been thinking about it since it happened, I even remember where I was when I first found out about it, getting ready to embark on my first Summer Odyssey back in 2014. It was shocking then, and it’s stayed with me consistently ever since. Although I’m really happy that those 82 are back, in addition to the 50 or so others who’ve escaped/been rescued over the years, there are still around 100 unaccounted for, which is way too many people to just forget about.
And just like the parents of the kids who died, were injured, or are MIA in Manchester right now, the parents of the Nigerian girls haven’t forgotten, despite the world seeming to do so.
About 48 hours to go, and although I haven’t quite hit the signs of “too much Passover” yet, I’m getting there.
Literally, I’m thinking about food 24/7, waking up in the night hungry, and pounding down the matzah just wishing I had some hummus. And I can’t even remember the last time I ate hummus.
Anyway, I should probably go and get some reading done for fun in this brief break between writing deadlines.
Keep the faith, celebrate your freedom, and chag same’ach, y’all