Tuesday or Wednesday, I came home and did nothing. Ahhh.
Monday out to dinner and learned a new Tibetan restaurant: Martsa’s on Elm. I recommend it. It's in Davis Square... on Elm street.
Forewent Thursday's Mikado in favor of lower-key home-based Buffy watching. Knew I could make Saturday's matinee, so all was well. We ordered pizza with riccota & eggplants. I forget which pizza place -- I think it was the across the road, that made the noteworthy garlic pizza -- only this pizza had soggy too-thin crust (drooping problem) whereas that one was so crisp as to border on painful. So it must not have been there. I want to remember because I learned that I don't like their breaded eggplant. It was strongly spiced with spices I didn't like.
Friday, I had more time at home than usual because of the storm. I used it all up doing the shovelling (as chronicalled in previous post) and one or two minor household chores. I look forward to doing some more. But when?
At work I accidentally ordered more lunch (Japanese) even though I'd intended to just eat left over pizza. Not complaining, though. I had tasty WARM edamame -- picked up by a Minnesotan(?) coworker who wanted to prove to the New Englanders that this little 4-inches-and-hour accumulation is nothing to the mighty Midwestern winter.
That evening, I visited Bnai Or (Jewish Renewal) in Watertown. I'd been there the previous Shabbat for a bat mitzvah, and heard that this week was a Shabbaton with Rabbi Shefa Gold. This enticed me.
I enjoyed the service she led. She spoke alot (which I neither liked nor disliked strongly, but it did make the evening feel like a live concert rather than a prayer meeting). Lots of chanting, which I liked alot. That's actually why I went there -- because there were chants old and new to me included in the bat mitzvah service, and the congregation clearly was used to doing them. I wanted that.
And I got it. There was very little of the traditional prayers; nearly everything was replaced by a Song-of-Songs-based chant analogue. She also led a mingling movement for one chant. That was the only explicit movement activity (other than standing for the Amidah), but people who felt like it did get up and move or dance every so often, including a couple who danced a happy tango to the Lecha Dodi.
Also, Matt Goldfield turned up there unexpectedly (and curly-haired Ilana). Perhaps I should give up trying to invite him to events he'd like
, and just rotate thru all of Boston's synagagues :-) This week Emunah of Lexington is showing Israeli movie
Saturday I slept in from shul (neatly avoiding the question of whether to go to the second half of the shabbaton or whether to Tremont Street). Got over to MIT for the Mikado matinee at 2. Joelll caught me coming in, and prevented me from paying. The ticket seller (name not to be mentioned, but a familiar face) had just blandly asked me my name (to check against reservation list) without batting an eye of recognition or "hi", which was a little disappointing (but whatever), and I was unfolding my ready $12, when Joelll's voice rings out, "Don't let her pay."
I thought he was telling M not to let me in
: you know, playin' a game; that's fun, stick out your tongue and keep on anyway.
"...Don't let A pay. She's on light crew." He had secured a comp ticket for me (which I hadn't hoop-jumped to sign up for). Aww. Special fuzzies all around :-)
So, the show itself? It was fun enough. Weighed it throughout against Mira's summer production at Brown. I missed her version's leaping, manic, (and audible) Pooh-Bah. The Kadisha here had amazing eyebrows and facial expressions. I admired the set frequently, and it never failed to please.
Then I stayed around for strike. Got to fly in the scaffold twice, and no ground-crew interminable boredom. (Thank god.) JWeiss even got me taking down hung lights ("instruments"). I hadn't in years. Thank you, JWeiss.
The only negative was failing to communicate with my work-friend Carolina. I was planning to take her to a Chocolate Party, but neither of us made it at all. I didn't have a handle on my schedule vis a vis strike and left too much of the coordinating too late. This is the same failure as last time we had plans for a weekend :-(
That, and I whacked a power-cord into some metal at one point, making an unpleasantly very loud clang, and Joelll to call me Tiger (as in "easy, Tiger"). No harm done though, I think.
Final note: I met Maddy's housemates Deena and Jeewan.
I have to start plotting out time-slots over Christmas Weekend. I'm going home (for Abba's birthday), so I'll be in Northampton.