Friday and Saturday

I have to say that I am impressed with the kind of help that is out there for people that need it. Yesterday I was finally able to fill out the loan application for student loans. Boy, do I qualify!
I'm just so grateful that I'm going to be able to go back to school, now more than ever. I do feel like I've spent my life living in some kind of false bubble. Yesterday was the first time I ever went through my own taxes with a fine tooth comb. I'm still reeling from it--i had no idea.

We had a good Shabbat. I was able to cobble together a nice meal for us (pasta with lentils and arugula, home made challah two buck chuck absolutely fine) and when I lit the candles I felt so joyful that we have this part of our week which forces us to stop and breathe. Boy did we need to stop and breathe.
We sang a lot, more than usual and told the kids the story about the day we got engaged and the day that each of them were born. I think that in the midst of so much uncertainty Jeff and I were celebrating this family that we do have, that despite everything is holier and more sacred than the sum of its parts and its bank account.

And then in great Tel Aviv fashion, after the kids were in bed I went out dancing with Erica and her friend Jennifer and Levia. For three straight hours we danced our hearts out to 80's music because really, besides Shabbat, dancing to 80's music is the best thing in the world. $5 to get in and with the floor of the Crystal ballroom and a steady stream of Madonna, Modern English, and The Cure I was drunk on life.

So today is the annual block party. Tia came over to borrow an egg and Libby asked Jeff to pick up some beer and, well, its like we're holding onto this giant secret that is menacing enough still to destroy us despite 80's music and despite Shabbat. I don't have an egg to spare and I gave one to Tia. Somehow I have to tell Jeff that if he buys beer for the block party than he can't buy beer for the week.