I have failed entirely to write about the last couple of weeks, which have involved quite a number of parties. There are more coming up too; we're just entering the festival season.
The eating too much bit started on Thursday evening; I had offered to help a member of the community with the Torah portion she was learning, and she fed me soup. It was a kind of soup I don't really like, but there was a lot of it, and I wasn't going to have any other opportunity for supper.
Then there was a belated Thanksgiving party at RS's (an American former colleague). She got so over-enthusiastic that she had two separate "sittings" of Thanksgiving, on the Friday and Saturday nights (obviously, Thanksgiving isn't a public holiday here, so it kind of had to be at the weekend). As is traditional with Thanksgiving, we ate and ate and had slightly inappropriate conversations and it was all good.
I managed to get home more or less in time to get up for synagogue the next day, as a member of the community had invited me for lunch. When I arrived, it turned out that I had been written in to lead a discussion session over lunch time, but nobody had bothered to inform me about this. I could possibly have done it without preparation, though badly; as it was I already had a lunch invitation so I didn't have any choice except to refuse. Publicly, in front of a couple of hundred people. This is the second time the community have done this, assumed I will do them a major favour that I only hear about when it's publicly announced that I will be doing it. It's bad enough them taking me for granted, but humiliating me in front of everybody is really not on. Anyway, I went to the lunch party, which actually turned out to be a teaparty, and ate a lot of cake. There was so much cake that I had a large amount of leftovers pressed on me, so I spent much of the following week eating cake too.
I came home and had a long conversation with rysmiel on the phone, which was a great deal of fun. Sunday I worked part of the day, and watched the Inconvient Truth film I've already mentioned, as well as eating apple cake.
Having had such a manic, though fun, weekend, I decided to give myself a complete break this weekend. I missed the sekrit Talmud study group, which I had vaguely intended to go to, but hey. I also missed the shabbaton where they turn the whole synagogue over to the pupils at the Jewish school, which is not something I find particularly appealing. That gave me a rare free Sunday, much of which was devoted to going to the dreaded Ikea (particularly bad the first Sunday in Advent) and buying sleeping and cooking equipment so I can entertain my sibs next week.
In between this I've been teaching. I'm the sort of teacher that is easily distracted by an interesting if not entirely on topic question. Recently I've explained why Noah did not have cerebral palsy (!), with diversions into genetics and the question of how to read the early bits of Genesis; why the same date does not fall on the same day of the week in different years (part of the answer to this is quite literally "because God made it that way", an answer I hope I never revert to as a cheat); and the difference between an assassin and a guerilla (and the etymology of both words)...
More parties coming up: the international researchers' Xmas party this evening, coinciding with the start of chanukah. I shall bring doughnuts to work on Friday in honour of the festival. Chanukah party at the US embassy on Thursday (I'm invited because the kid of one of the diplomats is in the above-mentioned bar mitzvah class). Progressive Chanukah party on Friday evening, which I'm more or less running. Leading Progressive service on Saturday, plus probably the discussion session after (this time I've actually agreed to do it). Chanukah party for the anglophone bit of the Jewish community on Sunday. Various work parties for Lucia next week, and the sibs are showing up on Wednesday, so I hope to take them to the main Lucia procession in town so they can see quaint Swedish customs, yay. The theoretical purpose of the sibs' visit is to help me run a teenagers' Friday night meal on Friday. Then I will have a weekend to show them bits of Stockholm and hang out.
And I'm going to England on the Thursday after that, in order to attend Limmud and my own birthday party. So that pretty much covers the rest of the year. Oof.
Two xkcd cartoons that speak great truth: package tracking from a while back, and yesterday's reasons to hate geography. A certain person with whom things were just starting to develop interestingly is moving to South Africa this week, which I think means that that little potential isn't going anywhere.