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New Year's Eve
For the past several years, we've been spending New Year's Eve by ourselves. We used to go to a very quiet little party run by friends,but they stopped a few years ago.

It was nice - at midnight, we'd wait for the ball to drop (unless it was Shabbat, in which case, we just waited for midnight) and have a glass of wine so we could begin the calendar year with a blessing.

But Sunday morning, a friend from our shul invited us to a party at her house that night at 10PM. So, we had a late dinner (Sunday happened to be a minor fast day, but we both have medical reasons to not fast - I still have blood sugar issues and we're both taking diuretics. I only fast on major fast days; Jonathan takes an alternative med if he remembers. He forgot.) and got there about 10:45. Our dinner was fleishig, which could have been a problem because our friend is both generous and talented, and she had tables full of home-made *dairy* goodies. However, given that most of those goodies were cakes and cookies, it was probably a good thing we couldn't eat them. As it happens, we only wait an hour between meat and dairy, so I had a bit of cookie and Jonathan had a bit of her cheesecake. So very good.

The party itself was crowded with other members of our shul, so we had plenty of people to chat with. I found a corner of the couch and took out my knitting (I wasn't eating, after all). This was fun in it's own way - there's the Orthodox couch thing. We're a Modern O shul, but leaning somewhat to the right in a number of things, and one is negiah - touching. So unrelated men and women do not sit on the same couch comfortably. If a woman is there, then only other women (or her husband/sons/brothers/father) can join her. At one point, a woman was perched on the arm of an empty chair, and a man asked her permission to take the seat, which she gave.

And then there was Joy - Joy is a very, very bright ten-year old who is definitely fannish. And she squeezed in between me and the arm of the sofa. She's done this before. It probably looks very cute. I know her mother thinks so. She wanted to be taught to knit - I really have to keep decent-sized single points and yarn with me because sock yarn and needles are too small for such things. Instead, I showedd her the pattern I was doing and demonstrated the math of it all - I'm doing a feather-and-fan leg for the sock, and it is a math problem - I start with 18 stitches per repeat and I need to end with 18 stitches per repeat,but the pattern requires both decreasing and increasing in a certain way. So I phrased it that way. She seemed to like that. :)

Otherwise, there was some beer around, but most people had soda or coffee and they kept the set tuned to NY1 - excellent local 24 hour cable news channel - and we talked shul politics and such, while one guy held forth on politics. About ten minutes before midnight, they passed out Asti (kosher champagne is vile. Kosher asti spumanti is decent.) and sparkling grape juice; chanted the countdown when it happened; and shouted "Happy New Year" before drinking our wine. A couple of married couples kissed. *blush*

That was it. We were home by 12:30. I sure hang with a wild and crazy bunch, don't I? :) We watched Star Trek on TVLand - "A Piece of the Action", which is one of our favorite episodes and one we can practically quote, and, indeed, we said dialogue along with the actors.

Except that *things* were missing. Scenes. Favorite lines. We only watched the last half hour or so, but we could tell. I mean, what's "APOTA" without Scotty's "Concrete galoshes?" But fans will watch even when it's butchered.

Mormon Girls
This happened last Wednesday as I was riding the bus home. I was knitting a sock, which people don't recognize at first. I knit toe-up, and the long closed cylinder of the foot before turning the heel doesn't look like anything. I'm used to people asking me what it is - so when I heard a teen-age girl asking me that question, I was happy to tell her and her friend. At first, I took them for yeshiva girls, because they were dressed in the same fashion, but then I saw the namebadges. "Me Nombre es Hermana Cowgill..."

They were amazed at the size of my stitches and needles and how nicely it was striping and was it hard to learn and how did I have the patience and was it best to start with big needles and yarn and...it was rather nice. They were wearing hand-crocheted scarves, which was cute and they seemed very interested. No, their mothers didn't knit, but one crocheted and the other quilted. (I didn't ask, but I'd be willing to bet they made scrapbooks, too.) As it happened, I was not only wearing my Harry Potter scarf, I was also wearing a pair of handknit socks, so I could show them off (attention whore, that's me). And then I said my stop was next and *that's* when they started talking about church. I want to think they were genuinely interested but they still had their "jobs" to do, right? Later on, though, I realized how sad it was that they were here instead of with their families at Christmas.

It was a lot easier than my last conversation with a Mormon girl - I was reading a print-out (a squint-print printout) of Harry Potter slash at the time. I was perfectly okay defining fanfiction, but I really didn't want to get into slash... :)


*chuckles* I'm sure it would have been at least hindsight amusing to explain slash to the poor Mormon girl...

And may I just say how jealous I am of your knitting prowess? I've tried a couple times to knit, but a] never keep proper stitch tension, so anything I make basically looks like a continuous-but-not-deliberate hourglass, and b] my fingertips feel like they need to be cut off after I've done just a little bit of something... Tho' miashael says if I used the huge-n-honkin' needles to make scarves, that might work. So I'm considering it... But the crochet tends to come easier to me for some reason....

Crocheting is cool, too. I've done that

I'm afraid of the big needles. I keep going smaller and smaller.

LOL! I think I need thimbles for whenever I knit...

I guess knitting is a more social hobby than I thought. I'll have to see if I can get back into it (which I probably can't, but hey.)

I worked on New Year's Eve, and at midnight I was cleaning a wheelchair while listening to local radio station which has no DJs and brought in the cleaning lady to do a countdown. So yeah, I live on the wild side too.

I don't think I ever tried to explain slash to a religious person (of any religion) though I have a vague memory of telling an Orthodox Jewish woman about fanfic. She was into Harry Potter though and it didn't bother her.

I did tell my dad about slash, and he just sort of said "So you take two Harry Potter characters and say they're in a gay relationship? Oh, OK." My dad is cool that way.

Knitting is way social, especially if you have a small, portable project that isn't extremely complicated. You can talk, you can ride on public transport (or let someone else drive) - it's just that your hands are busy.

i was once on a citybus on Avenue U in Brooklyn, and a pair of LDS missionaries came on. I wanted to ask them why their religion is called Mormonism, but whenever i looked in their direction i saw that one of theirs nametags said FLANDERS

...and i could barely stop myself from cracking up, much less ask the question.

Officially, it's the Church of Latterday Saints of Jesus Christ.

"Mormon" is the name of the angel the Book of Mormon ("There is a third testament of Jesus Christ") is named after.

Potter slashfic? My respect for you has just gone up enormously! :-D

respect me?

Because I read slash?

Then what would you do if I told you I wrote it, too?

:) Welcome to my adult filter.

Re: respect me?

*evil grin*


As it happens, we only wait an hour between meat and dairy

My curiosity is piqued. Is Jon from Dutch ancestry?


But there were at least two generations of non-observance in Jonathan's family, and he was told that in that case he could choose any *real* custom he wanted.

Since he lives in New York City, which was founded by the Dutch...:)

I love it. When I was converting my rabbi told me I could choose dutch sephardi... but that once I married llennhoff in a jewish ceremony I'd have to go back to the yekke minhagim. I decided 3 months was not worth it.

I've found a fairly decent non-mevushal sparkling wine (can't call it champagne because it is made in spain) that is the equivalent to Moet & Chandon's white star - taste just like it because it is the same grapes & the same method of making it as the parent company is moet & chandon. I've had white star within a year or two of this one so I think I'm able to do a fairly ok comparison. The company is called Teirre Salvje (http://tinyurl.com/yejj6p).