Pictures to follow shortly.
A few quick things:
1) Kids who read in the Purim shpiel (play) read slowly and in a monotone. BUT it empowers them, so it's a good thing.
2) Youth group events with a 2 1/2 yr old, 4, 5, 6, 10, and 13 year old are very difficult to manage. You might have guessed this from the age spread. I had not realized that every child in the congregation would be coming. On a really good note, the youngest kid is a new member of the temple, his family joined specifically because of the youth programs I started! Hooray!
3) Xander is a bonafide flirt. When Jonathan and I were putting in our dessert orders at a restaurant, he caught the waitress' eye and signed, "more food, please." Then he blew her a kiss. She melted even before we told her what it meant.
4) Jonathan took care of Xander all weekend, drove the whole way, and still paid attention to all my rambling. All hail the rebbitzin.
5) I forgot to say earlier, that on Thursday before we left we called the local water company - they charged us over $600 for our January water bill. We thought that was ridiculous, to say the least. They argued with us. Jonathan reread the meter number to them over the phone, and turns out it was a much lower number than they had on record. After some investigation we realized what had happened - I had read the meter the first time, and... turns out I had read the water company the gas meter numbers. Oops.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Seven spectacular stories of our wonderfully wacky weekend
1) Xander adores Aaron and Lauren's apartment. They had an EMPTY SHOEBOX and an EXERCISE BALL and a BOOK and COOKIES and there was PIZZA for dinner. Oh my.
2) For my adult education next week I'm doing a lesson on contemporary Jewish children's literature. On Friday I spent a blissful two hours at Rockdale Temple's library chatting with the librarian. She gave me 24 books to take to my pulpit, and just said, "Bring 'em back whenever. We know where to find you!" I am (geekily) really looking forward to it, and I'm having so much fun planning it out. Did you know that there's a 4th grade level book about the meeting between Martin Luther King, Jr. and Abraham Joshua Heschel? Or that Holocaust children's literature has gone from being very metaphorical to realistic in the past twenty years? Or that references to Eastern Europe have waned, while stories about the new immigrant experience has gone up? I even found out that book illustrations have changed - realism is old hat, there are now some amazing abstract art pieces out there, and lots of stories based on midrash and mysticism. I swear, sometimes I feel like I learn more from my own lesson planning than I do from school.
3) Jeffrey came over at 7pm on Saturday to play video games with Jonathan. Xander was already in his pajamas, but when Jeffrey walked into his room to say goodnight, he insisted on showing him his favorite toy, babbling up a storm, and blowing him kisses. I had to practically order Jeffrey out, and Xander made sad sounds and blew three more kisses at the door before he would let me put him to bed.
4) We watched The Time Traveler's Wife. And then of course I had to reread the book. The book's still better, always, but the movie's quite good on its own. Some of the reviews said it was too sappy, but hey, what's wrong with that?
5) The kidlet now opens doors so fluidly that when he wakes up in the morning, he just comes right in our room and tugs on the blankets. This morning that happened at 6:12. My husband was a saint and took him all morning - I woke up by myself at 10:30 and was so befuddled, I hadn't slept that long in ages!
6) I finished Bread and Fire: Jewish Women Find God in the Everyday, and I surprised by how much I didn't care for it. Usually it's the type of thing I love (which is why Gwen had given it to me), but it was a bit too conservative. The author is Chabad (a form of ultra-Orthodox) and I had lots of trouble relating to the women's emotions and concerns. There was this was one great article, though, "Nursing in Judaism," that I thought was quite informative, so I scanned it and sent it along to a few friends in my mom's network. One thing led to another, and what do you know - next month I'll be teaching an adult education class on Judaism, birth, and nursing to two local midwives, a lactation consultant, and the president of our home birth circle!
7) It was 39 degrees today, practically balmy. I took the trash out in flip flops, jeans, and a t-shirt. My god, I think I've acclimated!
2) For my adult education next week I'm doing a lesson on contemporary Jewish children's literature. On Friday I spent a blissful two hours at Rockdale Temple's library chatting with the librarian. She gave me 24 books to take to my pulpit, and just said, "Bring 'em back whenever. We know where to find you!" I am (geekily) really looking forward to it, and I'm having so much fun planning it out. Did you know that there's a 4th grade level book about the meeting between Martin Luther King, Jr. and Abraham Joshua Heschel? Or that Holocaust children's literature has gone from being very metaphorical to realistic in the past twenty years? Or that references to Eastern Europe have waned, while stories about the new immigrant experience has gone up? I even found out that book illustrations have changed - realism is old hat, there are now some amazing abstract art pieces out there, and lots of stories based on midrash and mysticism. I swear, sometimes I feel like I learn more from my own lesson planning than I do from school.
3) Jeffrey came over at 7pm on Saturday to play video games with Jonathan. Xander was already in his pajamas, but when Jeffrey walked into his room to say goodnight, he insisted on showing him his favorite toy, babbling up a storm, and blowing him kisses. I had to practically order Jeffrey out, and Xander made sad sounds and blew three more kisses at the door before he would let me put him to bed.
4) We watched The Time Traveler's Wife. And then of course I had to reread the book. The book's still better, always, but the movie's quite good on its own. Some of the reviews said it was too sappy, but hey, what's wrong with that?
5) The kidlet now opens doors so fluidly that when he wakes up in the morning, he just comes right in our room and tugs on the blankets. This morning that happened at 6:12. My husband was a saint and took him all morning - I woke up by myself at 10:30 and was so befuddled, I hadn't slept that long in ages!
6) I finished Bread and Fire: Jewish Women Find God in the Everyday, and I surprised by how much I didn't care for it. Usually it's the type of thing I love (which is why Gwen had given it to me), but it was a bit too conservative. The author is Chabad (a form of ultra-Orthodox) and I had lots of trouble relating to the women's emotions and concerns. There was this was one great article, though, "Nursing in Judaism," that I thought was quite informative, so I scanned it and sent it along to a few friends in my mom's network. One thing led to another, and what do you know - next month I'll be teaching an adult education class on Judaism, birth, and nursing to two local midwives, a lactation consultant, and the president of our home birth circle!
7) It was 39 degrees today, practically balmy. I took the trash out in flip flops, jeans, and a t-shirt. My god, I think I've acclimated!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Fun on snow days!
Pouring the salt into the mixing bowl. Ultimate goal: play-doh!
About to start the smushing process.
Fascinated with the mixing. Note the gooey hands.
Xander was a little grossed out, to tell the truth. The boy just doesn't like to get dirty! Either that or he wasn't a fan of the blue food coloring.
After we finished our creations, Xander got to put all the colors back in the box. It took intense concentration.
Later on in the day, we thought we'd go outside. Bad idea. WHY ME??? seemed to be his general attitude. But for the record - because I know you'll all make fun of me - the snow suit wasn't too constrictive. He could walk fine in it.
Here I am showing off our powerful and mighty car, going absolutely nowhere. By the end of the day it was just a big white blob.
Behold the wonder of my snow angel.Jonathan and I were having fun outside, but it was a bust for Xander. The snow was much too high to walk in, and he doesn't much like falling down in the cold. So we came back inside. And wow, it's amazing what games you can come up with when you're bored.....
And finally, it should be noted that staying indoors so much has been giving us the opportunity to do something we usually don't have time for... to cook! We decided to tackle the huge amount of chicken in the freezer that my mom had bought but didn't get to when she was here. So far dinners this week have been: chicken fettucini alfredo, Chinese garlic chicken with chestnuts, Indian chicken curry, and creole jambalaya. Half of the sauces were from mixes, mind, but hey, we're still proud of ourselves. :)
It was rather hard to go back to school yesterday. But rumor has it that there's going to be another storm on Monday....
It was rather hard to go back to school yesterday. But rumor has it that there's going to be another storm on Monday....
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Yet another snow day... we've now set a record!
According to the National Weather service, the Cincinnati area has received 23.1 inches of snow this month (and it's the 16th), burying a record set for the whole month of February in 1914.
And it's still snowing.
Jonathan's driving me to school tomorrow, there's no way I'm going out on the roads alone. Our street still isn't plowed!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Playing. And snow. Really, that's all he does :)
Mommy and Daddy!!! You're here to pick me up!
Did you know that I can play with cars on the track? It's so cool.
Here, you play too!
We have to GO? Like, go go? You're not here to play with me, you're taking me away? I'm not sure how I feel about that.The next day....
I'm all bundled up, and no place to go but the driveway.
Ugh, it's hard to walk here...
Help! Help!
Shoveled snow to the right of our driveway. (This was Saturday; more snow has since blanketed the entire area).
The strange demon spot in our backyard that no snow sticks to. The devil BBQ pit? We don't know why this happens.
Icicle that fell off our house.Another snow day
Another foot of snow, and it's still coming down hard. I'm ready for winter to be over.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Learning Shabbat from a 1 year old
I know that I seldom post things myself on the blog, but I had to share.
Every few weekends, Michal goes to her pulpit in Indiana, and as of late, Xander and I have stayed behind to fend for ourselves. This Friday while Michal was leading services some 100 miles away, I was giving Xander his bath, putting him in his PJ’s and getting him ready for bed.
I usually give him some play time, just him and me in his room to sort of wind down. As a Dad, I’m really terrible at the whole winding down thing. It goes against all my skill sets. I’m good at tickling, flinging you high in the air, and zerberts*. Fun stuff, but not the most relaxing things you can do with a 1 year old. True to my nature, I was in his room, getting Xander to relax for bed time by singing “Shabbat Shalom, HEY!” while clapping loudly. Not the most soothing song in the list of Shabbat songs.
Ok, I told you I wasn’t good at this “calming down” stuff, but that isn’t the point of this story. You see, after a few rounds of Xander clapping his hands and smiling he got up, gave me the sign for "more," and went to the door and was trying his hardest to open it. Having never seen him do this before I was curious and decided to indulge him. I opened the door. Grabbing my finger (as my hands are too big for him to grasp) he toddled as only a 1 year old toddles and led me to the stairs. We went down the stairs. Step by step, one at a time (walking down stairs is still a difficult skill that Xander has yet to master). We arrived at the bottom and I thought for sure he wanted to get a toy from the living room where we normally play, but no; I was wrong. He instead led me (still by my finger) to the kitchen and pointed to the Shabbat candles still flickering on the kitchen table. Then he signed “more” again.
They were still alight from singing our Shabbat prayers with my wife and Xander hours before. I had given Michal some challah to take with her so we could have a family Shabbat over the speaker phone before she had to lead services that night. Xander hadn’t forgotten. What I hadn’t realized was that Xander didn’t want to open his bedroom door to get out. He wanted to open the door to let Shabbat in.
I was floored. What could I do? I did the only reasonable thing a Dad could do. I picked him up in my arms and again sang “Shabbat, Shabbat, Shabbat Shabbat Shalom!” on and on with him smiling; jumping up and down in my arms. After a few more songs, with many of the words ad-libbed by me, we went into the living room and threw in the “Oy Baby” DVD so we could continue our singing with musical assistance.
We spent the next half hour with me singing with the DVD, Xander playing his xylophone, but mostly dancing together; bouncing to the rhythms of song after song. At the end of the DVD we turned everything off, walked step by step back up the stairs, and bundled up a slightly more exhausted Xander for bed. I may not have the soothing skills my wife has, but I get by in my own way. As Xander made clear, you have to properly welcome Shabbat before you go to bed.
Shabbat Shalom everyone.
*Zerberts are when you blow on your son’s tummy like it's a shofar.
Every few weekends, Michal goes to her pulpit in Indiana, and as of late, Xander and I have stayed behind to fend for ourselves. This Friday while Michal was leading services some 100 miles away, I was giving Xander his bath, putting him in his PJ’s and getting him ready for bed.
I usually give him some play time, just him and me in his room to sort of wind down. As a Dad, I’m really terrible at the whole winding down thing. It goes against all my skill sets. I’m good at tickling, flinging you high in the air, and zerberts*. Fun stuff, but not the most relaxing things you can do with a 1 year old. True to my nature, I was in his room, getting Xander to relax for bed time by singing “Shabbat Shalom, HEY!” while clapping loudly. Not the most soothing song in the list of Shabbat songs.
Ok, I told you I wasn’t good at this “calming down” stuff, but that isn’t the point of this story. You see, after a few rounds of Xander clapping his hands and smiling he got up, gave me the sign for "more," and went to the door and was trying his hardest to open it. Having never seen him do this before I was curious and decided to indulge him. I opened the door. Grabbing my finger (as my hands are too big for him to grasp) he toddled as only a 1 year old toddles and led me to the stairs. We went down the stairs. Step by step, one at a time (walking down stairs is still a difficult skill that Xander has yet to master). We arrived at the bottom and I thought for sure he wanted to get a toy from the living room where we normally play, but no; I was wrong. He instead led me (still by my finger) to the kitchen and pointed to the Shabbat candles still flickering on the kitchen table. Then he signed “more” again.
They were still alight from singing our Shabbat prayers with my wife and Xander hours before. I had given Michal some challah to take with her so we could have a family Shabbat over the speaker phone before she had to lead services that night. Xander hadn’t forgotten. What I hadn’t realized was that Xander didn’t want to open his bedroom door to get out. He wanted to open the door to let Shabbat in.
I was floored. What could I do? I did the only reasonable thing a Dad could do. I picked him up in my arms and again sang “Shabbat, Shabbat, Shabbat Shabbat Shalom!” on and on with him smiling; jumping up and down in my arms. After a few more songs, with many of the words ad-libbed by me, we went into the living room and threw in the “Oy Baby” DVD so we could continue our singing with musical assistance.
We spent the next half hour with me singing with the DVD, Xander playing his xylophone, but mostly dancing together; bouncing to the rhythms of song after song. At the end of the DVD we turned everything off, walked step by step back up the stairs, and bundled up a slightly more exhausted Xander for bed. I may not have the soothing skills my wife has, but I get by in my own way. As Xander made clear, you have to properly welcome Shabbat before you go to bed.
Shabbat Shalom everyone.
*Zerberts are when you blow on your son’s tummy like it's a shofar.
Sign seen in a shop window on the way to my pulpit
"Eric's Pizza and Live Bait"
Just makes you want to eat dinner there, doesn't it?
Just makes you want to eat dinner there, doesn't it?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Musical to a tee
This evening, after dinner, Xander took out his Shabbat plush set and started waving the candles. Then - this was a first - he started to SING. "aaah-aah-aaah-aah," with his voice rising and falling, in a rough approximation of the candle blessing! Then he stopped, raised his arm and pointed (still holding the candle) to me. "You want me to sing?" I asked. "Uh," he said. "Okay." So Jonathan and I started singing the Shabbat blessing. And he sang along!! No words, but there was a definite tune in there. We're gonna have to try and record it for you, it was awesome.
This makes up for the news we received yesterday, which is that the last bout of antibiotics didn't work, and he now has a *double* ear infection. It's his third in as many months. If he still has the infection after this round, we'll try alternative treatments. Then we might have to put tubes in his ears. :(
This makes up for the news we received yesterday, which is that the last bout of antibiotics didn't work, and he now has a *double* ear infection. It's his third in as many months. If he still has the infection after this round, we'll try alternative treatments. Then we might have to put tubes in his ears. :(
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Early morning frustration
At 7am today, Cincinnati was in a Level I snow alert, but HUC was open.
I was scared to drive on the still-unplowed streets, so Jonathan took me and Xander to school. I went to my 8am class, Xander to daycare. Jonathan went back home.
At 8:16am, the director of operations came into our classroom to tell us that HUC was closing. All classes were cancelled, including the one I was now in. I called Jonathan to pick us up. He had literally just gotten home and taken his boots off, when he had to come back.
Our class (all six of us who had showed up) voted to have the session continue. We had driven out in this bad weather, we were darn well gonna learn something.
Then daycare called to please pick up Xander, as it was now closed and he was the only kid in the building.
Thankfully, my prof is wonderful and told me to bring him back to the classroom with me. So I grabbed some toys and a snack from daycare, Xander and I trooped back to the classroom, and I spent the rest of the class period trying to keep him quiet while half-listening to the conversation about rabbinic authority on law versus minhag (custom).
Class ended, everyone left. Jonathan was still stuck in terrible traffic. Xander and I went to the Bumming Room so he could play the piano. Jonathan drove up, we got in the car. Xander screamed and screamed, because he liked the piano, and he was tired of being quiet.
It's been a decent day, in spite of all that. But what a waste of a morning.
I was scared to drive on the still-unplowed streets, so Jonathan took me and Xander to school. I went to my 8am class, Xander to daycare. Jonathan went back home.
At 8:16am, the director of operations came into our classroom to tell us that HUC was closing. All classes were cancelled, including the one I was now in. I called Jonathan to pick us up. He had literally just gotten home and taken his boots off, when he had to come back.
Our class (all six of us who had showed up) voted to have the session continue. We had driven out in this bad weather, we were darn well gonna learn something.
Then daycare called to please pick up Xander, as it was now closed and he was the only kid in the building.
Thankfully, my prof is wonderful and told me to bring him back to the classroom with me. So I grabbed some toys and a snack from daycare, Xander and I trooped back to the classroom, and I spent the rest of the class period trying to keep him quiet while half-listening to the conversation about rabbinic authority on law versus minhag (custom).
Class ended, everyone left. Jonathan was still stuck in terrible traffic. Xander and I went to the Bumming Room so he could play the piano. Jonathan drove up, we got in the car. Xander screamed and screamed, because he liked the piano, and he was tired of being quiet.
It's been a decent day, in spite of all that. But what a waste of a morning.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Cooking with Daddy, and other pictures
Me with Ayden, Matt and Erin's little one.
Xander wasn't sure how he felt about me holding *another* baby besides him. Blasphemy!
A very, very tired boy about to go to bed.
Snuggles for all!
Oooh, the cooking excitement!Saturday, February 6, 2010
Snow and a good book
Jonathan's sister Natasha was supposed to come visit today, but the roads were too horrible, so she stayed home. Our evening party was cancelled. But this was great: we didn't leave the house once. Not even to venture to the porch to check the mail.
Instead, I made the most of Xander's nap and finally picked up Antonio's loan of Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. It was fabulous, in the style of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, only (and don't hate me)... I liked it better. To summarize the plot in a sentence or two: the Apocalypse is coming, but neither the main angel or main demon ("who did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards") are happy about it because they like their cushy jobs down on earth. The Antichrist has gotten lost, the Four Horsemen ride motorcycles, Atlantis rises again, and the end result is a brilliant satire on all human society. British humor and religion is all bundled up into one cult classic. You should read it. Now.
And yes, Mom, Xander pics are coming tomorrow. :)
Instead, I made the most of Xander's nap and finally picked up Antonio's loan of Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. It was fabulous, in the style of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, only (and don't hate me)... I liked it better. To summarize the plot in a sentence or two: the Apocalypse is coming, but neither the main angel or main demon ("who did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards") are happy about it because they like their cushy jobs down on earth. The Antichrist has gotten lost, the Four Horsemen ride motorcycles, Atlantis rises again, and the end result is a brilliant satire on all human society. British humor and religion is all bundled up into one cult classic. You should read it. Now.
And yes, Mom, Xander pics are coming tomorrow. :)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Mornings are wonderful
1) I slept through my 8am class. (Probably not so wonderful in the long term, but oy I needed it today.)
2) Yesterday Jonathan gave me the coolest gadget ever, a PNY 2 inch long 4 GB flash drive. It's on my keyring. Well, I just brought it to school and used the library's fancy-shmancy new copier to scan book pages directly into my keyring USB!! I never have to spend money on photocopying again.
3) Lynn told me about the Orlando Harry Potter Adventure Park. Who needs Israel or South America? My next vacation is planned.
4) Xander blows kisses now. And he giggles every time. :)
2) Yesterday Jonathan gave me the coolest gadget ever, a PNY 2 inch long 4 GB flash drive. It's on my keyring. Well, I just brought it to school and used the library's fancy-shmancy new copier to scan book pages directly into my keyring USB!! I never have to spend money on photocopying again.
3) Lynn told me about the Orlando Harry Potter Adventure Park. Who needs Israel or South America? My next vacation is planned.
4) Xander blows kisses now. And he giggles every time. :)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Open, again
Setting this as private was getting way too complicated, and we've been fielding a lot of complaints. So we are, open again. Read in peace. :-)
Monday, February 1, 2010
I've been a rabbinical student too long
Pulling up to a stop light today near the University of Cincinnati campus, I saw an older man at the crosswalk. He had dark hair and was wearing what I thought was a light-colored kippah, situated perfectly on the crown of his head. How neat! I thought to myself. Three or four scenarios ran through my head in the space of a second: maybe he was a visiting rabbi at HUC, maybe he was an HUC grad student or prof going to UC for a class , maybe he was a random Jew walking by, etc.
What really happened? What did I see when I pulled up closer?
Yeah, you guessed it. It was an older man with a perfectly round, perfectly kippah-situated, bald spot.
What really happened? What did I see when I pulled up closer?
Yeah, you guessed it. It was an older man with a perfectly round, perfectly kippah-situated, bald spot.
Busy busy busy
I'm back from my pulpit, hooray! I love going, but it does take a huge chunk of time. Saturday was the holiday of Tu Bishvat, the birthday of the trees. So instead of writing a sermon, I led a discussion on Haiti and the environment. Then I basically (blatantly) copied my mom's lesson plans for youth group, when we made decoupage pots and planted seeds. For adult education we did a Tu Bishvat seder (modeled after a Passover seder). I then tutored my two kids, and was back home by dinner on Saturday night.
Except that we didn't actually have dinner at home, because we got a last-minute call from Dave, to come over for a surprise party to celebrate Elbie's 30th birthday. All of my friends are turning 30 this year... I feel like I'm observing it all happening, waiting and wondering how I'll feel in two years. The party was quite fun. Interesting, also, because most of the people in Dave and Elbie's circle are evangelicals or born-again (they're how I know a few missionaries). So the conversations about God and Bible are always fascinating.
Sunday we went to go see Matt and Erin's baby Ayden. He's 5 lbs, but I swear, that pound and a half less than Xander makes all the difference in the world. He was so tiny!!
Speaking of Xander, he's doing better, but we did have a slight scare on Friday. He was coughing a ton, a deep wet raspy cough, so we took him into the doctor's. He was diagnosed with an ear infection and more bronchial issues. They gave him a breathing treatment in the doctor's office, and then gave us inhaler to take home. The poor kid must think we hate him; every day he gets two doses of an antiobiotic, and has to breathe for about 10 minutes with a mask. We were assured that his breathing problems now are purely coincidental and not related to the hospitalization in August. And it's not indicative that he'll have asthma later on.
Oh yes - and in a "bragging about my husband moment" - I know nothing about cars, right? Well, apparently my front tire was low. Sarah at HUC saw my car in the parking lot and called Jonathan on the phone to tell him (because she knows I'm useless). When I got home, he was waiting with the air compresser (which apparently we had in the garage - who knew?). He went out in the literally freezing ice and snow to blow up my tire, so I wouldn't even have to drive to the gas station. Isn't that sweet?!
Except that we didn't actually have dinner at home, because we got a last-minute call from Dave, to come over for a surprise party to celebrate Elbie's 30th birthday. All of my friends are turning 30 this year... I feel like I'm observing it all happening, waiting and wondering how I'll feel in two years. The party was quite fun. Interesting, also, because most of the people in Dave and Elbie's circle are evangelicals or born-again (they're how I know a few missionaries). So the conversations about God and Bible are always fascinating.
Sunday we went to go see Matt and Erin's baby Ayden. He's 5 lbs, but I swear, that pound and a half less than Xander makes all the difference in the world. He was so tiny!!
Speaking of Xander, he's doing better, but we did have a slight scare on Friday. He was coughing a ton, a deep wet raspy cough, so we took him into the doctor's. He was diagnosed with an ear infection and more bronchial issues. They gave him a breathing treatment in the doctor's office, and then gave us inhaler to take home. The poor kid must think we hate him; every day he gets two doses of an antiobiotic, and has to breathe for about 10 minutes with a mask. We were assured that his breathing problems now are purely coincidental and not related to the hospitalization in August. And it's not indicative that he'll have asthma later on.
Oh yes - and in a "bragging about my husband moment" - I know nothing about cars, right? Well, apparently my front tire was low. Sarah at HUC saw my car in the parking lot and called Jonathan on the phone to tell him (because she knows I'm useless). When I got home, he was waiting with the air compresser (which apparently we had in the garage - who knew?). He went out in the literally freezing ice and snow to blow up my tire, so I wouldn't even have to drive to the gas station. Isn't that sweet?!
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