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Finally talked to Dad last night (after he'd been trying to reach me for several days. He's not recuperating all that well from the hip surgery, so NOW they've started him on physical therapy. I hope it helps).

He asked what was new and what I've been up to, and I told him about breaking up with mattrolls (that is, mrmorse). At which I started to choke up a little bit. So then he hurriedly asked if I was "doing any plays or anything"... to which I answered that I had decided not to try out this fall because I thought it would be better because... and then I really started to choke up.

I think it kinda startled him; he hates to hear me cry. Hell, it startled me. I knew I'd been feeling some sadness earlier in the day (and this week in general), but I didn't expect it to come on like that.

In all fairness, that's not the only reason I decided not to do Ruddigore; I'm not even sure it's the principal reason. But the associations are powerful.

Jokes about "kosher meat" aside...

Anyone interested is welcome to come to the 20s & 30s BBQ we're putting on at my synagogue in Cambridge this Sunday, 9/7, 5:00-7:30 pm. RSVP to me before Sunday and get the friend-of-chanaleh discount admission of $5 :-)

(Sadly, no, jessruth won't still be here; she'll have returned to NYC by then.)

Shabbat shalom, y'all.