So for morning services, someone farted. Like, right off the bat, right at the start, some old guy legit farted. Which had me laughing from when services started (9 am) to when we got out (1.30 pm). It might sound immature to be laughign about that, but what else are you going to do for four and a half hours? Also making me laugh was the fact that there was a LOUD power drill somewhere int he building during the middle of services. It was almost as bad as when we had a friggin marching band practicing in the room next door during Yom Kippur haftarah reading last year.
For afternoon/evening, I couldn't stop laughing for several reasons. 1) Abraham decided to take the low parts on certain prayers, and 2) Abraham pointed out that the cantor was going RIDICULOUSLY slow. And by that point I was so ready to be done with praying for the day that I reeeeallllly noticed how slooooooooooooooooooooooow all the prayers were. Like, it was almost farcical.
LET MY SOUL-PRAYERS GO TO HEAVEN or whatever. Hahahah. I'm going to hell.
Oh man. Oh man. I seriously need to stop being so....easily cracked up?
Also did Tashlich. A group of us ended up stealing boxes of stale matzah from Hillel since we didn't want to go out and buy bread only to waste it. Okay, I guess technically using the bread as a vehicle for disposing your sins isn't exactly a waste, but you know what I mean.
Between services I ended up sitting in the Hillel library for quite some time, skimming parts of the talmud. I think my favorite bit of Mishnah that was quoted was something like:
"If two deaf brothers marry two women of sound-senses, or two deaf brothers marry two deaf women, or two deaf brothers marry one woman who is deaf and one woman who is of sound-senses....Or if two deaf sisters marry two men of sound-senses, or two deaf sisters marry two deaf men, or two deaf sisters marry two men one being deaf and the other of sound-senses.....THEN:"
which starts getting into the territory of ridiculous.
I also love the arguments about what happens if two people, a high priest and a nazarite, come across a dead body that has no relatives of its own to bury it. Which one of the two has to defile himself to bury it?
Because, you know, there are just so many goddamn high priests and nazarites wandering around the world together in this day and age, and coming across dead bodies, and so I'm glad SOMEBODY had the sense to make sure we know what the correct procedure is.
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