...except for me and my monkey! "Everything we see hides another thing. We always want to see what is hidden by what we see." -Rene Magritte

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Five things about the last six weeks

1. Last week I turned 23; ten days before that Daniel turned 25. We ended up going to the Doug Fir on lower east Burnside (you know, LoBu) for both of our birthday dinners because they have this delicious smoked salmon and trout platter and the seared ahi is to die for. Carla and I had a joint birthday party and I think a good time was had by all.

2. Last night I cooked French Onion soup and watched American Idol and read Under the Banner of Heaven, and I couldn't think of any other way I would have rather spent the evening. The bloom is not yet off the rose of living alone.

3. I got a $1.05 raise! It's the result of various work-drama-related things that ended up working out in my favor. I figured out that it makes a difference of about eight dollars a day, or almost four hundred dollars a month (300-325 after taxes).

4. I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago and he thinks I'm developing allergies, and that's why I've been snuffly and cough-y for the past three months.

5. This is the first Lenten season that I haven't observed in at least seven or eight years; it feels different, not bad, just different.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match / Find me a find, catch me a catch

I've only gone to Erev Shabbat services at Havurah Shalom (a Reconstructionist shul) a few times, and I've only met a handful of people there. Although I don't remember it, I guess one of those people was Susie, a short woman with curly grey hair and a New England accent, because during the oneg last Friday she came up to me and chirped, "Hi, Jessica!" I greeted her in turn and then she said, "You left so quickly last week that I didn't have a chance to ask you: Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I do," I said, sort of surprised. I thought that maybe she knew Daniel's family or something.

"Darn!" she said, with an exaggerated finger snap. "Because I have the perfect boy for you!"

I thanked her anyway and considered telling her that at least my boyfriend is Jewish, but decided that that was unnecessary. We said shabbat shalom and she went off to grab another piece of challah. I found it to be a funny moment: I can count on the fingers of one hand the times I've davened there, and she's already trying to fix me up with a nice Jewish boy.

I didn't mean to disappear from the blogosphere for a month--I'll post more tomorrow or the next day. In the meantime, I found Internet Monk's post Three Days Among the Mainlines to be interesting and elucidating. And praise the Lord, Twisty's back at I Blame the Patriarchy!