Garbagemen

Oh, dear. I have a lot to ask forgiveness for. I have made you all wait not merely one but two days for this post. What could have possible gotten into me that I would think posting two days late is acceptable? Clearly, my classes and homeworks have hurt my brain to the point where I can longer make logical, sound decisions (as if I ever could). I can think of one solution to remedy this situation: quit college. So...I might end up pursuing my life-long dream and become a sanitation engineer. For all those who don't know that fancy lingo, it means a garbageman, or woman, if you want to be PC and all that. I'm telling you, people, garbage-collecting is the dream. Forget becoming a doctor or lawyer or computer scientist or businessperson. Do you think those people can survive without having their garbage removed weekly? I don't think so. Garbage people are vital to our society. What an incredible opportunity for me to give back to my community. And I will never have to take another math class in my life. 

It sounds like I'm advertising for the young'uns in our society to become garbage people. It's the way to go, I tell you. 

Anywho, after that slight lecture about the benefits of being a garbage collector, I will digress into slightly less important material, namely, my life. 

The end of Chanukah was just as lovely, if not more so, than the beginning. For Shabbos Chanukah, my aunt and uncle in Netivot decided that they could put up with me for a Shabbos. And so off I went, on the 496, down into Gaza. Well, not really into Gaza, but very near it. Luckily, all was safe there for Shabbos. 

I read some wonderful books, got some wonderful sleep, spoke about some wonderful topics, and ate some wonderful food. My uncle made a menorah challah. It looked too good to eat, and yet we ate it anyway. 

After Shabbos, there was that dreaded moment of realizing that this is the time that I will be farthest (furthest, farthest, furthest, farthest--don't know which one) from next Shabbos. It made it slightly easier that we had a delicious pizza melave malka (I'm allowed to say it when I'm talking about the food, Adina. Don't look at me with that tone of voice). And also sweet potato french fries. If I haven't mentioned yet, I'm a shtickle obsessed with sweet potatoes. 

And then Sunday, the last day of vacation, happened. I spent it doing the mountains of homework that I had neglected over the rest of the break. 

Lighting that night was very hard, and not only because it was so sad to light the last night of the holiday, but also because it was windy and rainy, and our candles kept on blowing out. 

Speaking of windy and rainy, it got cold here in the Holy City. Really cold. Like me wearing fuzzy socks and beanies, cold. But funny story, the heater in our room is right next to my bed. And sometimes I wake up and my hand is burning, or my phone, which I very intelligently put on top of the heater, is melting. At least I'm not cold in bed. And my phone isn't freezing. 

Back to my week: Monday was the first day back in school, even though it was still Chanukah. Our intro to computer science teacher gave us gelt though, so that was nice. 

And now, we're officially done with break until Purim time. I feel like garbagemen get more breaks than we do. 

Interesting thing that happened to me this week: I bought cornflakes, but they're not the normal type. They're vanilla flavored. How weird is that? And on Wednesday morning, I was so tired that I put cream in my cereal and not milk. I didn't realize it until I started eating and thought, "Hey, this is kind of heavy and thick and weird-tasting." And that's when it hit me. Lesson for life: cream might be good in coffee, but it's not that good in cereal. 

In other news, I ate steak yesterday. You all are asking the question: Hudi, aren't you a broke college student who can't even afford a potato? Well, my dear readers, have no fear. I didn't pay for it....I stole it. 

No, of course I didn't. If I had, I probably wouldn't be writing this right now, because I would be in jail. And that would be very sad for all of you. 

The story of the steak: one of my friends from Baltimore knows a man who wrote a pamphlet on safety in Israel. He invited a bunch of us out to dinner and talked to us about safety and asked if we had any thing to add to the pamphlets. And so, I had steak. It was so many yummies. I also had delicious soup (sweet potato soup, of course), french-fries, and these weird noodle things. Also a lotus cake for dessert. Needless to say, I didn't eat any chocolate twizzlers last night. 

It is just me, or do I talk about food a lot on this blog? 

Oh, I almost forgot. On Monday night, I went to my cousin's wedding. It was so beautiful. And the food was really good. There I go again, talking about the food. 

But even if the food hadn't been good, I would have enjoyed myself just the same. I met two of my grandmother's sisters and almost all of my second cousins who live in Israel. It was such a nice wedding. 

Of course, as I got back from the wedding, with my hair and makeup sort-of done, wearing a nice dress, all of my friends immediately asked me, "How did it go?" To which I replied, wearing a dreamy smile, "It was so nice." To which they all gave evil Cheshire-cat smiles and nudged each other. And me, being the oblivious idiot that I am sometimes, didn't realize they assumed I was on a date. 

So I went on talking about how beautiful the kallah looked and how I danced and actually talked to my family and met new people, and they all started laughing. "Oh, you were at a wedding!" And I said, "Of course. Where did you think I was?"

True story, everyone. True story. Okay, maybe part of it is exaggerated, but something like that happened. 

I think that's all I can remember from this past week. I'm probably forgetting some things, but that's life when you're old, I guess. 

I'm going to do a workout video shortly. And then do more work. And then eventually I will go to sleep and dream about pointers and references and binary numbers and multiplexers. Just what everyone wants to dream about. 

I hope you all have a wonderful Shabbos. Miss you all. 

Toodles from Hoodles!