We are smack in the middle of end-of-the-year-celebrations!
I did not get a chance to post about yesterday's phenomenal program -- starting with the tour led by the 6th graders, and ending with performances by the 1st through 5th grade classes.
I am too tired to post about today's program -- starting with music, dance, and theatrical performances, followed by a combination of touring and project presentations, by my daughter's 8th grade. We left before the program was over to go to....
My two daughters' gymnastics presentation.... which I am also not going to post about now.
In short, I have had two LONG days and I am EXHAUSTED!
I should have gone to sleep as soon as I got home.
Instead, I had a fight with my son (because he acted in an age-appropriate way -- i.e. like a kid -- and I did handle the situation properly)
Then I ran away. (in a manner of speaking)
I really wanted to go to this month's laughter workshop. I really needed to laugh. And my youngest daughter was eager to come with me! (How special is that?!) But the workshop was across town and I was too tired to drive.
So I went to our monthly English Rosh Hodesh Shiur (class). The shiurim (classes) are always interesting and it is really nice to hang out with other English speakers.
I was running late, and got confused. I went into the building, but I could not find the apartment for the shiur. I walked up and down the stairs, and finally gave up.
Then, I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and realized I was in the wrong building!
I walked up the hill, to the right building. When I entered, the speader expressed her frustration about people arriving late and interupting the flow of the shiur. I almost burst out crying.
I sat there, barely listening, just trying to compose myself.
I did not want to interupt again by leaving, and I did not want to call attention to myself by crying.
I know the woman who gave the shiur, and she has always been so nice to me. I knew there must have been something else going on (apparently there had been many interuptions before I arrived). I struggled to focus on the shiur, and listen to the insightful things she had to say. After the shiur was over, I apologized for the interuption. But then I made the mistake of mentioning that I almost broke down in tears.
I really should have just stayed home and gone to bed.
Did I mention that my daughter, Y, thanked me for coming with her today and told me she had a really nice time?
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
When a Jew Dies Far from Home
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