I think I just pimped The Decemberists to a coworker without even trying. But then again, it's hard to resist The Mariner's Revenge Song.

My parents are off.

My bathroom sink will not drain.

These are not related.

The latter is fucking annoying since I reported it yesterday. I broke and poured drain opener down it. Not helping. Maintenance will yell, but it is their own fucking fault. If they came yesterday....

Also? Looks like a watermain burst in the lot. Still have water, though. So I'm doing laundry.

I kinda already miss my parents. Even as I wanted to strangle dad for appearing in the kitchen as I was feeding the cats and he was getting in the way every which way. He's kinda like a cat that way. ALWAYS underfoot. He's got a sixth sense.

Also? Him in a giant pajama tshirt with leaping cats dressed in pj pants and tops on it is HILARIOUS. Cracked up over it every night.

Jewish Hivemind question: Rosh Hashanah seems to be Oct. 4 -- is it just the one day? Is that sundown Oct 3 to sundown Oct 4, or 4 to 5, or what?

When will you get to see your parents again, sarameg?

Jewish Hivemind question: Rosh Hashanah seems to be Oct. 4 -- is it just the one day? Is that sundown Oct 3 to sundown Oct 4, or 4 to 5, or what?

Rosh Hashanah is two days for Orthodox and Conservative Jews in the US, and one day for Reform Jews. It starts sundown October 3, and goes to sundown either October 4 or 5.

sarameg, I have a tape of last week's Inside if you still want it.

Sorry for your plumbing woes.

Yeah, we found it. Thank you! Apparently scheduling a meeting for lots of high-ranking doctors requires a deeper knowledge of Orthodox holidays than we have in this office. Like: Tzom Gedaliah is a fast day but there are no restrictions on work; is that going to affect it?

eh, if that were true I'd be sporting a buzz cut and high-top Doc Martins, not wearing a long skirt and contemplating the state of my nails.

So my shoes are the reason I never get a date? Hrumph. Mary Janes and skirts aren't a good choice when you have to spend the better part of the day on a ladder.

Tell that to the people on the ground. IJS.

Um, I'll see mom in August at my cousin's wedding (note: must make reservations.) Otherwise, not until christmas.

I usually see them once or twice a year and we talk weekly. This has been true since college.

I'm sort of surprised how well this all went, with regards to my headspace. I was rather afraid I'd go into cranky mode, which I have done in the past when I've been with them more than 4 days, and that's in a bigger space. It helped that I was playing tour guide, I think. Sure, there were things that drove me to @@, but I was able to shrug it off.

My dad will always be underfoot. He will alway change the radio station and attempt to fix everything, even things you don't want fixed. Mom will always have moments of passiveness that turns snippy when dad is having a passive indecisive attack. She'll always wake up too dang early, but she'll also not wake up the human noisemaker, my dad. She'll want ot hike every.single.trail, nevermind it is already 85 with 75% humidity.

But I love 'em. We had fun.