Home Alone
Jul. 22nd, 2004 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_ytDon't worry, this isn't about the movie. On Friday morning my parents will be leaving for a while and they won't get back until Saturday night. I'll have the house to myself for that time. I have to feed Dad's fish, but otherwise I don't really have anything else that needs to be done (unless Mom pops something on me at the last minute). I think I'll burn CDs of some of the stuff on my desktop that I haven't put on my laptop yet. And there's this book I have to find...
Anyway, let's talk about today. It started earlier than usual, since Dad wanted to drop off some of our old stuff for a rummage sale at Adat Shalom. That means I had to get up early and go with him to drop the stuff off. Dad's going to do a Torah reading soon, so he had me read the portion to him out of his chumash. I probably didn't spell that right - and for those who don't know, a chumash is a book with Torah text written in it, both the way it's written in the scrolls and how it looks in modern Hebrew with vowels and cantellation marks and whatnot. I'm surprised that I can still read Hebrew: I don't understand it, but I can sound it out. I stumbled over it a lot though.
We took the Metro from Tennleytown today, which means we had to walk up River Road and I will have to drive home from there this afternoon. Now that I've actually been driving around a lot I know where things are. It's taken me eight years to figure this out.
One of the offices in Decatur House is being refurbished, so there's no desk or computer in it. I brought in my laptop, a chair and a spare Internet cable. Since there's no computer here nobody's going to need to kick me off to use the Internet, so I have it to myself. Yay!
I actually got some more ficcage done yesterday, though I got carried away on something and had to erase it. It's all Joan D. Vinge's fault. Don't ask.
Anyway, let's talk about today. It started earlier than usual, since Dad wanted to drop off some of our old stuff for a rummage sale at Adat Shalom. That means I had to get up early and go with him to drop the stuff off. Dad's going to do a Torah reading soon, so he had me read the portion to him out of his chumash. I probably didn't spell that right - and for those who don't know, a chumash is a book with Torah text written in it, both the way it's written in the scrolls and how it looks in modern Hebrew with vowels and cantellation marks and whatnot. I'm surprised that I can still read Hebrew: I don't understand it, but I can sound it out. I stumbled over it a lot though.
We took the Metro from Tennleytown today, which means we had to walk up River Road and I will have to drive home from there this afternoon. Now that I've actually been driving around a lot I know where things are. It's taken me eight years to figure this out.
One of the offices in Decatur House is being refurbished, so there's no desk or computer in it. I brought in my laptop, a chair and a spare Internet cable. Since there's no computer here nobody's going to need to kick me off to use the Internet, so I have it to myself. Yay!
I actually got some more ficcage done yesterday, though I got carried away on something and had to erase it. It's all Joan D. Vinge's fault. Don't ask.
