My crazy weekend started Thursday night. I went to see the midnight showing of The Hunger Games with a couple coworkers. We pre-ordered tickets (the movie was sold out by Thursday afternoon so it turned out to be a good call) and got there at 10pm. When we arrived there wasn't a soul in sight. We went into the lobby and same thing. Then we found out why... the theater had been open since 5pm for seating, so everyone was already inside. Luckily there were only 3 of us, and we found 3 together pretty quickly. The movie was fun, but LATE. We got home at 3am, and I slept in a little before getting up at 10 to head to the office.
|Homemade pizza, best easy dinner idea ever!|
After a week of venue searching and emailing, we went on a couple of visits last Saturday. We had to be at the first appointment at 10, a 90 min drive from my house. So we left home at 8:30, stopped for McDonald's breakfast (a guilty pleasure, for sure), and hit the road. An hour and 25 minutes of driving later, we made it to our destination. It was beautiful- a big wooden building with beautiful grounds in the back.
watching TV. All I do in this town is drive.
Sunday we got up and went on a run. What was supposed to be 5 miles turned into a 2 mile run out and 2 mile walk back. I got dizzy, probably dehydrated, so we took it slow back. It has gotten much hotter and I think I hadn't prepared adequately for the return of summer running (ugh!). After that I went home to clean. Well not clean, more just clear clutter. I am hosting a Passover seder for around 10 people next Friday, so I am already preparing for that. House needs to be presentable and I have tons to cook.
After that, I had some volunteering to do. My synagogue runs a non-profit that provides housing, food, and assistance to people coming to Houston's medical center. The Medical Center district here has world renowned doctors, so people with serious illnesses come from all over the world to receive treatment. Often they are far from home, traveling all alone, and must stay for weeks or months on end. The organization my temple runs, called Aishel House, takes people of any religion or nationality, puts them up in apartments they own, brings them food, arranges transportation to doctors appointments, the airport, and anywhere else they need to go. It's really incredible what they do... all the food is cooked by my rabbi's wife (who has 11 children of her own), funded by donations, and staffed by volunteers. Their main fundraiser is a benefit concert. For the past 2 years I have helped with set-up and cleanup for the event. Sunday I got there at 4pm and helped moving tables, setting up displays, taking donations, directing the junior volunteers (a bunch of high school students getting their community service hours... I think they originally thought I was a junior volunteer when they stuck me with them. Sorry, no, I'm a grown up!) and did a lot of heavy lifting and running back and forth through the venue. The next morning I woke up SO SORE. Every inch of my body hurts. So I guess volunteering is good for the spirit and the body, huh? I wish I had worn some kind of fitness tracker or pedometer to see how much I really worked. Feels like a lot!
I got home after midnight and fell into bed. And slept soundly until... 7:30. Rats!