Okay, so the worker bees did go on strike as far as producing this periodical, but they were busy in the sukkah and with all that ushpizen stuff. Seemed like there were different people coming thru the sukkah everyday what with it actually being sukkot and all, and coupled with papa's birthday, and his baseball team getting into, then out of the playoffs, and homework and running and everything, life is very busy as per usual. So, without further ados, here's the pix
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First night of sukkot, where it is usually raining and miserable, and this night was perfect, as would be the next 7--no rain, no dew, no nuthin but occasional mosquitos trying to bite our ankles.
This year we put up an actual sign explaining the sukkah (and the 'occupy front yard' sign) so neighbors would know what all the whooping and hollering was about and that they should join us if they saw us in there.
First night dinner was good too--hot and sour hunan chicken for those of you keeping score at home.
Kippot didn't quite make it to the table, so we had to make do with what was on hand--that's what our ancestor's leaving egypt would have done, so we were pretty comfortable with that.
Sez you, fool. I think I look dorky in a napkin, but such is life sometimes.
We didn't hear any cars swerve out of control when they caught sight of the wonder of the sukkah at night, but we're pretty sure there must have been some wild gawking nevertheless.
First actual day of sukkot, papa was out bright and early to make a bracha on a stuffed lulav and etrog--he says that it is more environmentally responsible to use the stuffed one year after year but we think he's just too cheap to shell out $40 for a big lemon and a bunch of branches. To each his own.
Trilby and Willie and family came in one night--happened to be at the same time the A's were beating up on Texas, so papa's attention was straying from normal conversation points. Typical.
The next night was papa's birthday, and the only conversation could possibly be what form the rice krispy treats would take. Turns out papa just copied Teddy and made the same 'cake' that Teddy had, one chocolate, one plain. That's fine--now gimme some before I gnaw your arm off, tubby.
MY CAKE! You'll get nothing and like it. Bunny ears.
Lets see if this cute sideways pose gets me some cake. It worked--hey mikey.
LeeAndra was next on the schedule having completed her yearly trip east to help Auntie Iris with high holidays in Sharon, MA.
When we were up at Bruce and LeeAndra's place for the cosmic gathering 25th wedding anniversary there was a kid that really liked papa's propeller hat and he remembered that I had one that I wasn't using anymore so LeeAndra took it back with her to Denman to make a little guy really happy.
Good thing papa pulled out his A's hard hat because he took their loss like a ton of bricks. He's still in mourning so don't mention baseball til pitchers and catcher report, or February 15th to the uninitiated.
In the meantime, we watched his loser football team fumble away another game just today. For fun during an exciting moment, I came in with this tank top stuck on my head--it's size 3T which means it's extremely small, but papa said he'd help me get it on if I wanted. That was all the challenge I needed and now here's visual proof that I fit into the clothes I wore when I was 3. Now give me back the jeans you pilfered from my drawer last summer.
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This year we put up an actual sign explaining the sukkah (and the 'occupy front yard' sign) so neighbors would know what all the whooping and hollering was about and that they should join us if they saw us in there.
