weird week

i'm not sure where to begin, so this will be a jumble.

last night i was keeping an eye on the kids at the temple, and witnessed nasty little boy throw something suspicious at mr smear's head and hurt him. i found it... a thick metal washer. jesus. i'm pretty sure my response left an impression, but it's really disturbing that this is the second time i've witnessed him taking cruel suggestions from older boys and his mom seems a bit... disconnected. or despairing. it's hard to tell.

this morning was a memorial service for my mom's brother, and gd - in spite of her misgivings regarding the orthodox separation of men and women - came along and seemed to have a positive experience. our lunch at bobo's was good, but not so incredible as to justify the price. it was great spending time with gd's friends, not so great hearing that 2020 hasn't been particularly kind to them so far.

we have stuffed ourselves on a variety of delicious breads today.

swimming would have been nice but it was a bit cold. i suspect tattoo season is on its way.

i worked out of the gym two days this week, i finally picked up a decent headset.

having my life insurance broker and potential broker trying really hard to keep / get my business is a pain in the ass. the doctor's visit was entertaining, though:
"did anyone ever name your syncope?"
"you mean, like 'bob'?"

aligning people on good git practices and manipulating git repos is really good for my ocd.

gd's first bat mitzvah lesson was this week, she managed to resolve an issue with someone we had a fight with years ago who didn't realize that *she* was the one making things uncomfortable. this in conjunction with last week's playdate with the class bully and gd telling his mom exactly what she thought made for a good week.

i've been really tired this past week, and going to bed pretty damned early. i've also accepted that i'm out of shape, can't exercise, and am likely to be like this (slightly overweight, feeling on the weak side with a bum knee) for a long while to come. it's okay. so i'm getting older. i'm mostly good.

poetry. i'm finding it hard to record my poetry. i have three pieces i want to put out there and i need the time / space / energy to do it. it's playing on me.

gd and mr smear went to check out the school i was so excited about last year, and now they're both excited about it too. win!