It was interesting. We had a lecture about using history as a.. um. I took notes. Way of looking at movements, as opposed to using philosophy, and touching Spinoza and...okay. I stopped taking notes, and wrote a detailed outline for an essay on kingship in TTT, and then I wrote a bit of a Jim/Blair story. He was a nice guy, and not a bad teacher, but I had a pen in my hand and a notebook, and...
So, I switched tactics and hauled out my cross stitch between lecturers, and it was much better. The second was about Moses Mendelsohn (Felix's grandfather) and his translation of the Torah into German and the reasons behind his doing that and the reaction to it. And then we had lunch, and I got to hear my father-in-law tell me a couple of bad jokes. The second was about Modern Orthodoxy and decorum and otherwise trying to fit modern society, and I now want to buy the lecturer's upcoming book, so that was good. And I kinda concentrated on my embroidery during the round table because my attention span? Not wonderful. Besides, my family had it well in hand.
I am not joking. Between my in-laws and my husband, it's a wonder any one else got a chance to speak. Precept hogs, the lot of them. Okay, I'm one, too, but I didn't have much to say this time.
And then. Well. Timing is everything, and this time I had to go to the mikveh. I've gone on Christmas before, but it's really awkward to be visiting someone when you have to go, because you're not supposed to say where you're going. But.
"I know it's snowing and cold out, and there is nothing open because it's Christmas and it's nice in the apartment and you're playing Bach on the radio, but I still have to go out. For an hour. I'll be back in time for dinner." So. I told. And I went out into the cold and wet in my new boots.
I love my new boots. I really do. They're pretty and they're comfortable and they have good traction and they're warm and they're waterproof except around the zipper, and I love them.
Did the mikveh thing,and in deference to the weather, actually blew my hair dry before leaving. Walked behind a couple when I crossed Broadway. She was holding on to him as they made their way through the snow and slush. This is because she was wearing spike heeled pumps.
And got back and hugged and kissed Jonathan because it's been two weeks. And dinner was roast beef and roasted potatoes and broccoli, and so was major yum. She over cooked it for their tastes, so it was done to mine. Yay.
And we took a subway home because the roads looked nasty. And now we're home.