The holiest day of the year in the Jewish calendar was today and the temple next door had services all day. One fasts on this day, and I suppose fasting is easier when it's done in temple with a community of fasters. I worked during my fast. My I came by the temple and listened to fellow fasters share memories of their relatives. They were to talk about an object, something that meant a lot. I liked hearing people's stories, so different than those from my own history.
Once the services ended around 6:00, with much fervent celebratory playing from the Shul Band and dancing from the fasters, we dug into bagels and lox at home. And then I made my family attend a lurid play around the corner. What is special about this play is that it's staged in an actual roofless house, build for the production. The audience leans in the windows, watching, circling the house nosy-neighbor style. Sometimes you miss stuff as the actors move faster than you can, but the play--90 minutes long--loops over and over for an eight-hour stretch.
"The house is a mess. There's junk food in bowls, Halloween decorations dementedly--and on your second time through, ominously--scotched-taped to the walls."
Anyway, Lara, I'm going to have to go back everyday this week. You know how much I love this kind of thing.