RELOCATION AND REFLECTION

We spent most of the day today dragging Weighty Shit from the ginormous U-Haul truck with which we had transported the Mistress of Sarcasm’s belongings from Savannah.

Thank Gawd the Mistress and her boyfriend Mickey were around to help me and the Mistress on Schlep Patrol. I’m getting too old and cranky to do this very often as it is, and having to perform under the lash of a deadline just adds to the Performance Angst.

Deadline, you say?

Yes, deadline. Hadda have the truck back to the drop-off spot by three this afternoon, else I would be dealing with Vile Logistics to get it done tomorrow morning, at a time when I am in the Great Corporate Salt Mine and the Missus is at the doctor.

But we succeeded, which left us a few hours to get ready for the evening’s activities. She Who Must Be Obeyed was marking a solemn moment in the calendar, and she wanted to do it right.

This evening marks the thirtieth yahrzeit of SWMBO’s sister. The yahrzeit is nothing more or less than the anniversary of the passing of a loved one, according to the Hebrew calendar. Younger Sister’s yahrzeit falls on the 25th day of the Hebrew month Tammuz, which corresponds to August 1, 2005 on the Gregorian civil calendar this year.

On this sort of occasion, it’s traditional to attend religious services in the company of at least ten fellow Jews, the quorum required to permit recitation of the Kaddish, which is the prayer recited by mourners and those observing yahrzeit. And so we headed off to evening minyan, where I led the service and the Missus said Kaddish for her sister, gone these thirty years.

By way of thanking the people who attended the service (thus ensuring the presence of a quorum), She Who Must Be Obeyed had arranged a Post-Davening Get-Together. We therefore repaired to Chez Elisson, where there was much Eatage and Drinkage among good friends.

Now the dishes, leftovers, and Associated Crap are all put away, and it’s time to repair to the Old Fart-Sack. Given the physical labor quotient of the day, perhaps some Preventive Medicament is in order. Another wee dram of The MacAllan, anyone?