
The weather today is amazing, the wind whipping branches around and moving the clouds quickly across the sky. Lots of clouds, too, in an ever-changing cloudscape that was phenomenal, going from darkly grey overcast to brightly lit in minutes. The downside of this windiness is that I needed to move some of the schach on the sukkah back on, and the sheet I'd put up as a sunscreen was mostly ripped down by the time I got home, the safety pins comepletely broken. And there are amazing amounts of leaves blown against the front steps. Still, I find this exhilerating weather. I can hear some kids outside, shouting to each other every time the wind picks up...
I'm going to off-site training on Friday. The department is providing lunch. I asked the admin about getting food from the Milk St. Cafe for me, and she was glad to do it for me. I was excited... until I got the message that the restaurant is unable to have a lunch available for breakfast-time pickup, even if ordered in advance. Phooey. I have been given the go-ahead to buy something and get reimbursed for it, though, so I may be able to pick something up at Rubin's tomorrow evening.
I was surprised to see so many familiar faces at the Diesel yesterday. After a while I was glad to be able to move to a booth and hide out with the euchre-players.
Another dinner with friends in the sukkah, tonight complete with little kids running around and playing, and unexpected topics of conversation, running from theater at the Loeb Ex to Citadels, with stops for School House Rock and baseball in between. I was pleased and complimented that the pickiest eater had thirds, too. The menu: challah; wrapped chicken baked at high heat with onions, bread cubes, and sage; roasted carrots and onions; and sauteed mixed greens (collards, turnip, Swiss chard).
As the dinner people were leaving, I was surprised by the door buzzer: other friends were looking for a sukkah to eat in. I was glad to be able to help out, and watched as an entire meal came out of bags, with salad, hot entree, flatware, Scotch, the works. Impressive. And more theater conversation while watching the pale clouds moving in the dark sky.