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August 7, 2016

What I love most about Shabbat is simply having time to refresh and rejuvenate, both physically and spiritually. That was just as true this week, when Sam and I took the opportunity to catch up on much-needed sleep and to repair the damage done Friday.

We both slept 12 hours. We also ate very well, thanks to Israel and Parissa, a husband-and-wife catering team in Indianapolis who provided us with our meals. My favorite was the Persian meatballs with peas and sweet potato, while Sam’s favorite was the giant, plate-sized chocolate chip cookie they made for dessert.

More important, we talked out what had happened on Friday morning, including what led to it, why it was such a big deal, and how to make sure it doesn’t happen in the future. Shabbat afternoons in the summer are long, and being cooped up in a hotel room all day while a big family reunion takes over all of the hotel’s facilities can try one’s patience, but we actually got along very well all day. We travel with a little backpack that we optimistically call “The Magical Bag of Shabbos Fun” because it contains the travel board games, playing cards, and books that keep us entertained throughout the long Shabbat afternoons. We played some of the games, we spent some time reading, we spent some time reminiscing about previous road trips, and all was right with the world.

We also decided to change up the plan for Sunday. Originally we were going to head out of town early, but we decided to stay a little longer in Omaha. We tend to avoid zoos and aquariums on the road because we have great ones at home, but we learned yesterday that the Omaha Zoo is widely regarded as one of the best in the world, and Sam loves animals, so we’re going to stick around for a while longer, and we’ll get to North Dakota (state #49 for me and 48 for Sam) one day later than we originally planned.

All we have to do to make it work is to skip the air museum in Fargo, and considering how unimpressive it’s bound to be compared to the Air Force museum in Dayton, that’s probably for the best.

In the end, I’m glad we didn’t head home. He’s a massive pain sometimes, but I really love that kid.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. SamIsMyAlias permalink
    August 7, 2016 1:02 am

    Omg not the Henry Doorly Zoo. I mention that in the short story I wrote for your class but never gave in

  2. ABH permalink*
    August 7, 2016 1:05 am

    What’s wrong with the zoo? Please tell me there’s nothing horribly wrong with the zoo.

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