First, I want to take a moment to gloat about our sukkah. It was possibly the most beautiful, authentic, and nice-smelling sukkah since antiquity. (From Moshe to Moishe there was none as great!) Seriously, it was built entirely out of giant sticks -- courtesy of my father's scrap pile -- lashed together with bamboo and ivy pulled out of the ravine behind our house; it withstood heavy storms; it had kitschy Hanukah lights all around, and two colorful hand-sewn curtains; and the damn thing seated 15+ people. I mention this because there is a moral to the story: it takes a village to raise a sukkah. Besides my dad's contribution of his scrap firewood -- and Tamar's and my shul president's contribution of the vehicle to shlep that scrapwood up from Olympia -- it took the housemates plus some extraordinarily dedicated guests two days of gritty, sweaty, bamboo-whacking-you-upside-the-head-y manual labor to put it all together.
Second, I would like to announce that I just discovered the community center around the corner has an air-hockey table, so enough with Moishe House, I'm going to start hanging around the community center!
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Love the pictures
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