peaceful and not peaceful

it was a weird day today. it's supposed to be a happy festival, and i was planning on taking mr smear to the synagogue for hakafot, but we all woke up feeling lazier than usual and the combination of that and "celebrating" the jewish calendar anniversary of the october 7th massacre just made for an uncomfortable mix of feelings.

yesterday:

we went on a mission to find gd a vape pen, and we visited a lot of places and put in a lot of steps before we eventually found one. i'm very grateful that the guy was able to let gd "try before you buy".

we then continued to ozen hashlishit in search of a 3D bluray disc. i was sorely disappointed by what they had available (though not unsurprised, it's a wonder they sell any physical discs at all), but we managed to pick up a copy of hugo and i'm planning on testing it out soon.

when i get to it :P

we indecisively walked about looking for food, and ended up at "garger hazahav" for a huge hummus lunch (even two meals between the three of us was way too much food), and it was utterly delicious and we thoroughly enjoyed our meal.

in the afternoon, i did a fair amount of "catching up" reading and watching videos online, while playing bloons: adventure time. i'm kinda in-and-out with it, and i kinda feel like i'm seeing the end (ie starting to close in on getting all my characters levelled up).

i actually spent some time designing a real estate solution i've been thinking of, too, which was satisfying.

we began the chag in the shelter, but otherwise the evening was pleasant. i watched videos until my eyes started shutting of their own accord, and i guess i got a decent night's sleep.

today:

more bloons: adventure time, reading william gibson's count zero. [omg i just realized that i've read it before, but didn't remember. like, at all (O_o)]

a large chunk of today was invested, unpleasantly, in getting mr smear to do his holiday homework. after five hours - under threat that i wouldn't let him go to sleep tonight until he was done - he completed the first two pages. and, i discovered to my extreme chagrin, had scratched a stick figure into our otherwise elegant, rather expensive dining room table.

out of about five hours messing around, he only needed *maybe* half an hour to an hour to actually get it done.

parenting.

i kept myself occupied with a combination of reading, and playing crying suns. when he was done, we took the basketball out to the school to shoot some hoops, and so far the evening's quiet pleasant.