So I had a lovely Shabbat in my lovely sukkah. I wasn’t in it all the time, as practicalities like rain intervened. Dinner last night was lovely:

The lights on the fence are leftover from a party celebrating one of The Child’s accomplishments. By their light and the light of the two candles, you can see my dinner plate (empty now, but I had salmon, broccoli, and noodles), a cloth covering the hallah, a Lexan martini glass filled with champagne sparkling wine from New Mexico, and the rest of the half-bottle submerged in ice. I must have been bracing the camera against something non-vertical, as the sukkah didn’t seem so tipsy until I’d had a good deal more of the bubbly.

I’m just in from having a bit of fire in the chiminea. It’s not really cold, but it didn’t reach the 90s today due to the rain this afternoon, so it was cool and damp enough to survive a small fire.

During the rain, I ate half a pomegranate and watched “Flags of Our Fathers,” which I quite enjoyed. The movie has nothing what-so-ever to do with Sukkot, but it was informative and interesting all the same.