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(Taking a short break from Spain, here, as I may be getting 3 CDs full of
pictures from Spain tonight and hopefully, well, hopefully I'll have no
trouble uploading them and then I can write one of those groovy photo
galleries and you all can see some of what I'm talking about here.) Is today a holiday for you? It is (mostly) around here. Everyone is cutting out early, making bubbling-water sounds with their mouths and smiling. I can't wait to go home. It doesn't hurt that it is an absolutely stunningly gorgeous day outside. You can see every feature of the Berkeley hills in the East and the Marin mountains are clearly visible under a floating hat of fluffy white clouds - good hanggliding weather; it's driving our CEO nuts, 'cause he can't leave today. I took a walk at lunch and let my hair toss in the warm wind. I'm wearing a long, light skirt, which whips around my legs most satisfyingly as I walk. I finally reclined on a bench in the sun (yes, with hat and sunscreen and sunglasses on) and read some more of "Blue Mars" (almost done). I wanted to stay outside, preferably in a hammock. We have visitors here at work today - clients or resellers or something. I've catered in breakfast and lunch for them, and have been doing general hostess duties. One of the men, came up to me at lunch and said, "Sooo, what do you do around here other than look good?" I was rather shocked at that line (esp at work) and gave the oh-you're-too-kind-really-I'm-flattered giggle (jerk) and told him what I did. "Shopping" he seizes on that one word, "Yup, women just looove to shop." Fucker. And I can't say anything really inflamatory because he's a reseller or client or something, so I say, "Not all women". Of course, none of the men here at work react at all when they hear that story. Techies. I just feel sorry for the pretty young thing you know this guy has working for him at his company; he must think women are part of the benefit package . . . Sigh. Soo, last night I went to my first seder. Aron went all out (Jen, too, but it seemed to be mostly Aron's gig), cooking for days ahead of time and rearranging all our furniture in order to fit 13 people in our tiny house. I didn't emerge from my room until it was almost ready to begin, as I really wasn't feeling well and didn't know if I was going to make it through three hours of ritual, anyway. It was pretty cool. I enjoyed the story, which ended up being the most detailed Bible/religious story I'd ever heard. I knew some of it from my Presbyterian upbringing, of course, but they never told me what a shit Joseph was (at first) in my Sunday school. The people taking turn telling it had a good sense of humor and a great love of detail, so we had little side-stories and historical facts thrown in all over the place. Of course, those extra stories were the good parts - some scandal, some propaganda etc. I love how someone knew about a volcano eruption just 500 miles away that accounts for most of the plagues. And the visual from the parting of the red sea -- well, it was pretty cool. Of course, I was slightly hallucinating at this point because I was so hungry . . . One thing that disappointed me: there were no women mentioned in the story, aside from Miriam and that wicked wife of the pharaoh! I knew that the lineage is matrilineal, so I was sorta hoping for a little more emphasis on the role of the women, but nope. We get stuff like, "Jacob and his twelve sons and their families" . . . oh, great. Anyhow... When we finally got to eat, it was horrible raw horseradish and matzoh. Little by little, we got more food, until suddenly, around 10:45pm, I'm stuffed. And I need to go to bed SOON. I have to say that I was uncomfortably full as I fell asleep, and I've got a tummy-ache from that today. I realized last night that this spring I'm going to a seder, an Easter-egg hunt, and a May pole dance. Covering all my bases, I suppose. | ||
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