We opted to stay home for the 3 day Yom Tov and celebrate the beginning of Sukkos in our own Sukkah. Sukkos is a quirky holiday and one of my favorites. We built huts in our yards to remind us of our past as wanderers, wandering the desert with Hashem’s protection. Men are obligated to eat in the Sukkah and in warmer climates, they even sleep in it. Here, we had unusually good weather for the beginning of Sukkos, which is to say that it hasn’t snowed yet. We huddled in the Sukkah, able to see up to the sky, as my husband said kiddush, the blessing over wine. Although out sukkah this year is smaller than usual, even Sam the dog smooshed in.
We went for a Shabbos walk as usual and I was surprised to see the mountains just outside of Anchorage capped with snow above the tree line, a sure sign that it won’t be long before we also have snow here, down in the valley. It’s time to say goodbye to running water in the Shabbat RV 2.0 and prepare for winter. We also thumbed through the zmanim (times for services and candle lighting) for the next few months and began making plans for how early we’ll need to begin taking the children out of school on Fridays for Shabbos. We already have 1 unexcused absence recorded for our son for last week’s Yom Tovs that we’ll need to dispute. Somehow, no matter how many notes I send or phone calls to the office to explain, every year we still must fight for our holidays to be counted as excused absences by the public schools. My husband and I mused that while we may have more worries about the cost of tuition next year, at least we won’t have these holiday worries anymore with the kids in Jewish day schools.
I’ll admit, I’m a bit worn out by all the 3 day Yom Tovs this year. It’s hard enough doing them at home, but doing them in the RV has been particularly challenging. I’m looking forward to that much more reason to celebrate on Simchas Torah! I love our holidays, I really do, but sometimes, in years like this, I also love having made it past them, with the pace of life slowing a bit as winter comes on. It’s then that I can nod sympathetically at my non-Jewish friends as they complain about the rush of their winter holidays.
In the meantime, Judaic studies continues and life never really fully slows down and we daydream about what our lives might be like after our move and, G-d willing, after conversion.
Until then, we prepare for snow.