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[kippurbird]

So Shawn Green of the LA Dodgers didn't play on Yom Kippur day but did on Kol Nidre. Apparently he had been having a real difficult time deciding what to do. If he should skip both games, one game, do both games. Things like that. And I was just thinking, having this wild and crazy idea that I know would never work, but thinking: Why couldn't they have you know, reschedual the games? I mean Yom Kippur is the holiest day of the Jewish Year. It's the one day that many Jews go to Shul. It's the Big Day. I mean it'd be like being forced to work on Easter or Christmas for Goys, or having to make that choice of working or going to Church. But the Goyim don't have to make that choice because Easter and Christmas is a national holiday. They get it easy, their special days are marked off. They don't have to worry about missing work and school because of their holidays. It'd be nice if it were different, but I think I'd have to move to Israel for that to happen.


We went to the Condo today. Fixed the dryer. That thing is very strange. Apparently one end of the pipe thingy was four inches and the other end was three inches. We replaced some lightbulbs, found out that the shelving unit we bought wasn't going to fit (After I dragged the thing up three flights of stairs... okay two but they were really heavy.) So we had to take it back down stairs.

On the list of things to do is call the cleaning crew. After that I think we'll be able move things in. Which is good. I may even have a roommate! yay!!

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[bodldops.livejournal.com]

Eh, they (I) get it easy if they (I) work in a non-medical or necessary field. Critters need meds and care every day of the year... I've worked the last two Easters, and most of the other major holidays. I only refuse Christmas and Thanksgiving. Oh, and I've worked every single Sunday without fail for the last year, save for one or two last July. Yeah. It's not all sunshine and bunny rabbits.

Okay, it's all bunny rabbits. But it's bunny rabbits with mites.


*grins* I know alllllll about hauling heavy furniture up staircases. Remind me to tell you how I almost got killed by my parents' wedding present while moving into my Davis apartment some time.