mabfan (Michael A. Burstein) (mabfan) wrote,
mabfan (Michael A. Burstein)

Busy Weekend

This past weekend, I notice that friends of mine attended World Fantasy Convention or United Fan Con, or began their NaNoWriMo novels (which, in the end, I decided not to attempt), or kept busy in other ways. Nomi and I kept busy too.

It started on Friday, when we actually had some errands that we had to fit in around the workday. It meant that I came into work slightly later than usual in the morning, and then had to take a longer than usual lunch in the afternoon. Fortunately, I was still able to complete all the work I needed to finish.

Friday night, Nomi and I had an invitation for shabbat dinner at the home of maric23 and his wife. Since they live across the street from Kadimah, we made a point of going to the Friday night services there (we usually go elsewhere for Friday night). Dinner was delicious, as they made a variety of salads and a stuffed squash that was most filling. The only problem with the evening was that we stayed late talking, so Nomi and I got home late...

...and slept through the shabbat alarm on Saturday morning. We got to shul that morning just as the Torah reading ended, and I discovered to my chagrin that had I been present, I might have been able to get the Sheini aliyah since there were no Kohanim present.

We also learned that a good friend of ours had just given birth that morning to her fifth child, a baby boy. So after kiddush Nomi and I, along with our friends D. and S., headed over to the hospital to see the new baby and to visit the parents. It meant walking through more of the wind, cold, and rain of the remnants of Tropical Storm ABCDEFGHIJKMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ, but it was worth it. We got to see the new baby and wish the family mazel tov, and then we went home, where a hot lunch was waiting for us. (That was the only benefit of sleeping late; we were able to put lunch on the hot plate before leaving for shul.)

Saturday night we watched a lot of television in an effort to stave off the writer's strike. We also moved a lot of clocks back an hour, which led to our usual argument, because I like Daylight Saving Time and Nomi does not. If it were up to me, we'd be on Daylight Saving Time all year. And the designated hitter rule would be eliminated.

Sunday morning, for some reason I awoke at 6:30 am and was unable to get back to sleep. Which was just as well, because we had a busy day ahead of us. We finally removed the air conditioner from the living room window and then went on some morning errands, which included a trip to our newly renovated Stop & Shop for groceries. They did a fantastic job; the place is much larger and it feels roomier. They've also added what looks to be a permanent kosher foods aisle, and they had plenty of the groceries in stock that we usually buy.

Back at home, we packed up a few boxes and brought them to our storage unit, and then we went out to Rubin's to celebrate, where we ran into 530nm330hz and introverte and their kids. Food was eaten, and then we returned home to enjoy some more television before fading off to sleep.

The only sticky wicket was that my Casio WVA104HLA-8V Wave Ceptor Atomic Watch didn't get signal on Sunday morning, and so was still stuck in Daylight Saving Time for the day. (Hey, maybe it knows something...)
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