My mind, and the places it goes

-- Today we have snow. Again. Numbers I'm seeing right now indicate that we got somewhere around another 9 or so inches. Which is not such a large snowfall for our area, in general. Problem is, there's nowhere to *put* the snow when you clear it off roads/sidewalks/stairs/driveways due to the lingering snow from the last storm (and the storm before that... the storm before *that* melted when we had a couple of days in the low 40s).

-- We continued the flow of objects in the Great Clothing (and Stuff) Continuum by passing along a baby swing that has been, for Muffin and Squeaker, just an oddity in the living room/play room for about eight months. I have mixed feelings when we do this -- I feel good, knowing that I am letting another family get the enjoyment of the use of the item, but at the same time I feel nostalgic about when our girls used it.

-- Last night, thanks to the kindness of a friend willing to babysit, mabfan and I met Mike Brown, the discoverer of Eris (and killer of Pluto). mabfan has a write-up of our evening.

-- Earlier this week, when the low temperature in Boston was -2F, I knit myself a hat, because I decided it was silly that I had made warm hats for a number of people but did not have a good warm hat for myself. Now I am knitting another octopus, this one for the almost-six-month-old upstairs.

-- Still questing for good winter boots to replace my eight-year-old ones (the zippers have been through too much salt and sand and don't reliably zip any more). My requirements are relatively simple: waterproof, warm, not too expensive. I bought a pair that I was assured were waterproof, and they leaked like a sieve the first time I wore them in last week's wet-mush storm ("wet mush" in this case, was a combination of rain and show and slush that made crazy puddles all over Brookline).

-- I woke up this morning at about 3:20 to discover I was wearing my glasses. The bizarre thing about this is that I have a distinct memory of putting my glasses away and rolling onto my side to fall asleep, and that on-my-side position is not comfortable when I am still wearing my glasses. So sometime between when I fell asleep and 3:20, I must have woken up, opened my glasses case, put on my glasses, and gone back to sleep.

-- One of gnomi's life rules: I should not see my coworkers' hipbones. Never-never.
-- I'm struck by the fact that I have a number of friends who (a) don't have a television, or (b) don't have a cell phone, or (c) have neither.
-- I am guilty of having broken out into song in other folks' LJs. I apologize in advance if I break out into song in yours unexpectedly.
-- It's in the 50s today; it's supposed to be in the 90s over the weekend. I don't think I have anything to wear for the 50s -- I've never owned a poodle skirt. The 90s are easier -- I still have a number of articles of clothing that I bought while in college.
-- Among the things I'm considering for Shavuot food: cheese blintz casserole thingy, Bill's Swiss veggie medley, lasagna, chocolate cheese pie. I have no clue if those go together. If it's going to be hot, starting with soup is probably a bad idea. Unless I do fruit soup or other cold soup. Will continue to ponder.
-- It's really hard to make an appointment somewhere when, each time one calls, the phone either rings and rings and rings without picking up or the line is busy.
-- Yesterday seemed to be "run into everyone in Coolidge Corner" evening. This happens periodically; I wish there would be a schedule published.
-- Cole Porter has invaded my brain.
-- People reading audiobooks should not do funny voices. It just makes me giggle, and then I lose the plot.
-- How late is too late to invite someone for a Yom Tov meal? Or a Shabbat meal? The latest mabfan and I ever invited anyone, that I can think of (when it wasn't just an in-shul, "Hey, do you have lunch plans? Wanna come home with us?") was when we called arib about 20 minutes before candle lighting one erev Y"T and invited him to second-day lunch.
-- I've been watching "Doctor Who" episodes with the commentary tracks. I love it when the writers crack themselves up at their own lines.

-- The weather (evenings in the high 60s, days in the 80s) meant that my usual Yom Kippur outfit -- navy blue suit, yellow or turquoise Chucks -- was a no-go. So I wore short-sleeved dresses both last night and today and brought a sweater to counteract the air conditioning.

-- Because of the heat outside, the AC was on even higher than usual for Yom Kippur. Most of the women were wearing sweaters or shawls, as they have to be in the same room as the men, the majority of whom are wearing many warm layers: wool suit, kittel, wool tallit.

-- Because we don't wear leather shoes on Yom Kippur, this is the one day a year that a significant number of men are wearing suits and sneakers (some were wearing non-leather sandals in the minyan I was in)

-- On the women's side, I saw some canvas sneakers, as always, but there was significant representation by Crocs and non-leather sandals, again most likely because of the warm weather (I was wearing my less-than-fancy-but-not-leather sandals from North Face. Comfy to walk to shul and comfy to stand for all of Neila).

...any of you going to the Maimo hat sale on Sunday (9 September) from 11-1?

A friend of lcmlc has a wedding to go to and needs a dress that is tzniusdik (conforming to Jewish modesty standards) as well as fancy. What do I know? I make my own for stuff like that. So I turn to y'all... where (in the Boston area or national chains) would you suggest she shop?

Thanks!