New year, new leaf

No I didn't move the pile of stuff, I've just rested my feet on it.

I have realised that this has turned into any old "dear [online] diary" thing and I'm not entirely happy with the change. This was originally supposed to be a blog detailing my conversion, and I was expecting it to document the interesting things about being a Jew, rather than slipping into the habit of banging on ad nauseam about weddings and work.

The truth is, I'm a bit at sea. I've been away every weekend since the beginning of August, and consequently I've not been to synagogue. I've been slipping on the kosher meat thing too. I'm really not happy about it at all. Anyway, this is the season for the Jewish festivals. We've got loads coming up - Rosh HaShana, Yom Kippur, Shemone Esri, Simchat Torah, Succot - and I vividly remember last autumn being a very rich one in terms of learning experiences.

So, new year (Rosh HaShana) comes in on Friday evening (you know the way Jewish days start at sundown). The major festivals are celebrated on two days outside Israel (because they were dependent on the moon's cycle and messengers runnning to the Diaspora with the news, so two days covers a margin of error). So I'll be off to shul on Saturday and on Sunday. And then next week I'll return to my Torah studies, and we'll see where it all goes.

I'm prone to depression at this time of the year (something about being solar powered) and need to work a bit harder than usual to maintain my happy-go-lucky demeanour. Ahem.