Walter Sobchak may not roll on Shabbos, but you can be as sure as hell he has his sukkah up.
Tonight begins the holiday of Sukkot and thus the revival of the Abbott family sukkah. I can only hope that in these chilly autumnal nights with gusty winds, said sukkah does not reconvene to a neighboring forest.
Sukkot has remained one of my favorite holidays. What other holiday consists of sukkah-hopping and sukkah-partying and sukkah-sleeping? And who doesn't love a good 'trog? Moshe in the Israeli movie Ushpizin became so enamored with his etrog of choice he shelled out 1000 shekels.
In fewer than three days, I'll be in Israel, home of Moshe and his beloved etrog. The idea that I'll be there for a year still hasn't quite hit me yet. Maybe that's why I've only packed three sweatshirts and twenty pairs of socks so far. Or, maybe, the fact that I can't bring my entire wardrobe (forty-four plus shirts to college - I'm talking to you, Shayna Mont) hasn't quite hit me yet and therefore I have no idea how to pack.
I realize less is more in terms of packing; however, sometimes I can't help but think my notion of quantity is warped. My dad's idea of packing for a month is one pair of shoes, two pairs of underwear, and three bottles of Allegra.
I'm hoping within the next 48 hours I'll find the balance.
Rebecca Abbott
(Kivunim - www.kivunim.org) - a gap year before Barnard
Tonight begins the holiday of Sukkot and thus the revival of the Abbott family sukkah. I can only hope that in these chilly autumnal nights with gusty winds, said sukkah does not reconvene to a neighboring forest.
Sukkot has remained one of my favorite holidays. What other holiday consists of sukkah-hopping and sukkah-partying and sukkah-sleeping? And who doesn't love a good 'trog? Moshe in the Israeli movie Ushpizin became so enamored with his etrog of choice he shelled out 1000 shekels.
In fewer than three days, I'll be in Israel, home of Moshe and his beloved etrog. The idea that I'll be there for a year still hasn't quite hit me yet. Maybe that's why I've only packed three sweatshirts and twenty pairs of socks so far. Or, maybe, the fact that I can't bring my entire wardrobe (forty-four plus shirts to college - I'm talking to you, Shayna Mont) hasn't quite hit me yet and therefore I have no idea how to pack.I realize less is more in terms of packing; however, sometimes I can't help but think my notion of quantity is warped. My dad's idea of packing for a month is one pair of shoes, two pairs of underwear, and three bottles of Allegra.
I'm hoping within the next 48 hours I'll find the balance.
Rebecca Abbott
(Kivunim - www.kivunim.org) - a gap year before Barnard
That would be three pair of underwear...
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