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Woo ha, the DSL is back. Nice.
After a week of hideous rain, rain and wind so heavy that the water appeared to be running uphill, Succot has arrived in beautiful sunshine and fantastically mild temperatures. An October Succot normally entails coats, sweaters, scarves (I remember a Succot in Oxford when we tried to eat bread with gloves on) and so on, but today I had lunch without even a sweater. We don't have our own succah, but fortunately there are a number of communal ones within a short walk.
Riverdale is vastly prettier than Rego Park. I went to shul today (or yesterday, if you will) and yesterday (or the day before), and the walk involved a LOT of trees and green space. I was very happy. Tomorrow I shall be riding. I might not normally bother going, what with having work, and thus needing to attend a 6.45 minyan, but my etrog suffered a fatal accident. So did W's. I shall make marmalade this weekend, and what with etrogim being $15 apiece (and that's cheap in this country, just so you know), it'll be some of the most expensive marmalade ever.
I walked into Manhattan this afternoon, on account of having an appointment which could not be rescheduled (it didn't involve anything unsuitable, so no reason why not). From 236th to 97th is ten miles, and it was mostly quite a nice walk, except the part below 180th as far as Central Park was unbelivably featureless and boring - block after block of low-income housing, broken glass, the occasional dollar store - I fell to wondering - are there no subway stops round there because it is so boring, or is it so boring because there are no subway stops? Certainly passing a subway stop was a major event.
After a week of hideous rain, rain and wind so heavy that the water appeared to be running uphill, Succot has arrived in beautiful sunshine and fantastically mild temperatures. An October Succot normally entails coats, sweaters, scarves (I remember a Succot in Oxford when we tried to eat bread with gloves on) and so on, but today I had lunch without even a sweater. We don't have our own succah, but fortunately there are a number of communal ones within a short walk.
Riverdale is vastly prettier than Rego Park. I went to shul today (or yesterday, if you will) and yesterday (or the day before), and the walk involved a LOT of trees and green space. I was very happy. Tomorrow I shall be riding. I might not normally bother going, what with having work, and thus needing to attend a 6.45 minyan, but my etrog suffered a fatal accident. So did W's. I shall make marmalade this weekend, and what with etrogim being $15 apiece (and that's cheap in this country, just so you know), it'll be some of the most expensive marmalade ever.
I walked into Manhattan this afternoon, on account of having an appointment which could not be rescheduled (it didn't involve anything unsuitable, so no reason why not). From 236th to 97th is ten miles, and it was mostly quite a nice walk, except the part below 180th as far as Central Park was unbelivably featureless and boring - block after block of low-income housing, broken glass, the occasional dollar store - I fell to wondering - are there no subway stops round there because it is so boring, or is it so boring because there are no subway stops? Certainly passing a subway stop was a major event.