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Last week was a “come eat some chemicals with me” kind of week. By last Saturday night, I managed to come down with some variant of the plague, so I spent last week gobbling musinex like it was candy, sleeping, and having very little appetite. I spent most of the week so sick that I tried to get Denise to just smother me and get it over with, but all I got out of her was an offer to put me in the shed and deliver bread and water to me on a daily basis, which was jokingly delivered of course. As a consequence of all this sickness, I didn’t attend Rosh Hashanah prayers, although I do remember contemplating part of the Unetaneh Tokef prayer, specifically the part about who will live and who will die. Yeah, I know, it was a morbid thought, but for most of the week, I have coughed so much and so forcefully that my diafram and lungs have been on fire, which has made it very difficult to breathe. I’m still sick, so I probably won’t be attending Yom Kippur prayers either, and I can’t fast for health reasons, but I will pray at home and observe the other afflictions, and do my best to repent, although every year I always feel as though I haven’t done enough on that score. I’m glad we have a merciful God, because if we didn’t, I’d be totally screwed.

I started reading The Stand by Stephen King, which was all the more creepy because of my being sick. It’s the uncut edition, so I still have quite a few pages to go. I also read a little of Rav Schwob On Prayer, and Praying With Fire. I spent some time praying for a better year than this last one has been, because God knows I could use it. On the first night of Rosh Hashanah, I didn’t eat apples and honey, but I did eat a chocolate-filled, chocolate-iced Crispy Cream doughnut to accompany my prayer for a good and sweet year for all my loved ones and myself. And speaking of apples, it appears as though the apple tree in the backyard has started producing ripe fruit. We haven’t tasted the apples yet, but they’re yellow, and according to Sister T, (Denise’s sister Theresa), that means they’re ripe. The weather has started cooling down in the evenings, and we have the windows open, so it feels very nice in and outside the house once the sun sets. We’re hoping that this measure will lower the utility bills, because we could sure use that.

I’ll end by wishing all my readers a good and sweet new year of 5773, and with wishes that you all be inscribed and sealed in the Book of Life.

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Max hates to take pictures. He hates them so much that, if he’s doing something cute, and he catches you aiming a camera at him, he’ll immediately run off and so no picture to add to the collection. So I was very surprised when we got this one. It’s a picture of Max taking over my pillow, which he loves to do whenever I’m around. And of course it’s very cute. So, enjoy this picture on your Labor Day.

Davison, Georgia, United States of America
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It’s been a little while since the last update, so I figured it was time for another one.

Once I got to the airport, the trip to Augusta from Greenville was absolutely perfect. There wasn’t 1 ounce of stupid from anybody in that airport, and I was very surprised. There were no flight delays, and I actually got to a Gusta early.

When I got to Wil and Denise’s place, Max and Titan were of course very happy to see their Aunt Amanda, even if Titan was mad at me for leaving him for so long after my last visit. Once I put my stuff down, and got a partial tour of the house, I realized they have a screened in front porch. This is totally awesome. There is a ceiling fan and a table with chairs, and we have spent countless hours out here. This, of course, has resulted in a staggering lack of productivity between the three of us, and lots of fun. We have managed to get a few things done though. And I’m in the process of updating my resume, and applying for jobs.

As far as my faith is concerned, there are three synagogues here, but I haven’t gone to any of them. I’m feeling a little weird about calling any of them, and having to ask for a ride. But sooner or later, I’ll have to dig up the nerve, because the Yamim Noraim (Days of Awe) are approaching, and I have this idea of possibly becoming a better Jew this year and becoming more observant. To that end, I’m having my mom send my candle sticks and Shabbat candles along with some of my other stuff. I’m thinking of attending the local Chabad synagogue, because I’d like to pray in a traditional setting, and I’ve never been to an Orthodox synagogue. I’ll have to figure out how to get the Chabad Siddur in an accessible format that’s not going to take up a ton of space I don’t have in Braille volumes. But I’m sure I’ll figure something out.

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It’s been a little over thirteen years, but I’m finally managing it. I’m finally managing to leave GVegas, otherwise known as Greenville, North Carolina, also known as the crown jewel of Down East. This isn’t happening the way I’d planned, but I can deal with that. I’m finally getting away from all the pirate mania nurtured by ECU. I’m a little sad I won’t be defacing one of the tons of pirate statues around town, but I can live with that too. So why am I moving?

This has been a very crazy summer. It started off with a bang. My apartment complex is being turned into a student ghetto, so since I’m no longer a student, I had to get out. I got a notice at the beginning of June telling me that if I didn’t get out within thirty days I would be taken to court and evicted. So naturally, I rented a storage unit, started cramming stuff in, and crashed at my friend Andrew’s. Unfortunately for me, his mom, who he lives with, is a little nuts. The woman hounds me to death all the time, wanting to cut up my food, (yes, this includes eggrolls), doesn’t want to go to church because she’s afraid I’ll fall if she’s not here to babysit me, and a bunch of other stuff that only crazy sighted people can think of. (Note: this does not mean that all sighted people are crazy. Just this one). So I’m going to move in with my best friends in the whole wide world, Wil and Denise, for a little while. And I get to see ma boys, Max and Titan. I’m not sure where I’m going to end up permanently yet, but I know it will be better than living Down East. I’m definitely excited. Here’s to a better life.