Lost and Found
It was Yom Kippur recently. Do you know what that means? Neither do I. Maybe someone will give me a trophy that says “Worst Jew Ever” one of these days.
My mom invited me to spend Yom Kippur with this branch of the family she rediscovered recently. She hasn’t hasn’t had a chance to get upset and disown them yet. Sure would be nice if we didn’t disown these folks.
So I turned up for dinner. Let me tell you, it’s very weird to see a bunch of family you haven’t seen in about 30 years. They’re family, so we should be close. But really I have no idea who the hell these people are. What do you say to someone you haven’t seen in decades? “So…what have you been up to?”. It’s very awkward.
Kind of like the ending to this blog posting.
October 21st, 2005 at 11:27 am
Dude! You were supposed to repent for your sins and say you’re sorry to people. And if you say you are sorry three times to a person and that person doesn’t forgive you then it’s their bad and your slate is clean!
Cool no?
October 21st, 2005 at 4:04 pm
Now you tell me. I was massively late to dinner. I didn’t realize I could have said “sorry” 3 times and been totally off the hook.