So Chanukkah ended the other night, but we had a celebration and educational event at the museum Thursday, after the holiday ended. I was surprised by the number of people there, given that the museum staff makes up the majority of the Jews in town at any given time and none of us live there.
We had a speaker, Mr Schiff, who talked about growing up in Opelousas as a Jewish kid, he talked about memories with his family and going to the shul, and how his kids are practicing Jews too and the sense of pride he has that they celebrate their heritage.
I am glad the holidays are over — at least they are for me, I know one Christian who celebrates the whole 12 days, but that’s pretty rare. I admire her faith though, she’s held on and it’s held her through thick and thin — being widowed young with 2 young daughters, going back to school, getting a PhD and traveling around the world to teach. She’s currently in eastern europe, but says she feels safer than the did in Russia.
My holidays were quiet — Mum fell in lurve, and ditched me for Thanksgiving, Christmas (she’s Catholic) and most of Chanukkah too to spend it with her boyfriend that I was not even introduced to — and then he dumped her before New Years. Just like that. So I spent New Years day with her and aunt Candy and their friend Liz for dinner and a game of Skip-Bo. I got my Chanukkah pressie — a pair of denim overalls. I love overalls, and I am embracing my inner papaw.
In other news, I am working on my grad school application again, and if I don’t get in this time then I am applying for an undergrad degree in geology with an emphasis in environmental science. To be honest I’m more excited about geology than grad school, but I feel obligated to apply for grad school anyway. I’m going to do a better job this time, but I still hope I don’t get in, even if it means a couple of tight months until the student loan goes dormant again because I’ll be in school in the fall either way.
