Elevating the mundane 1

My parents (thank you thank you thank you) bought me a tablet for use at school. One of the many ‘useful and popular’ preloaded apps (I’ve already deleted about half of them!) was a newsfeed. It was preloaded with feeds for sports, worldwide news, health and fitness, media, entertainment and other news. (Forget that there were about 3 other apps already on there that had those things. Gashmiyus! Mindless bittul zman!)

I deleted all the pre-loads, and contemplated deleting the app as well. But before I did, I decided to do one quick search. Maybe they had a creativity blog I went to occasionally? They did. And that got me thinking. And searching.

Hey! If they had interior design, why wouldn’t they have access to Torah sites as well?

3 sites worth of Torah, fed straight to my tablet. Keeps me off the internet? Check! Keeps me reading Torah? Check! Am I thrilled? CHECK!

Cookies and snowflakes

Today, I was on a bus home for three hours. Usually, the ride can take anywhere from 35 minutes to most of a hour, but today with the first snowfall- most definitely not usual.

A lot of things stood out- the fact that the bus was almost empty, making the situation a little more tolerable. The sudden scare, where someone mentioned that there had been another attack- chas v’shalom- in Israel. (I am almost positive that, Baruch Hashem, it was a false alarm.) The fact that I was even on the bus in the first place, when I was meant to be on a later one, that would not have return home until even later. The wonderful entertaining friends who kept me company.

But I think the best thing was when I got home. My brother (my baby brother, all of twenty months younger than me,) had brought everyone home cookies from school.

I almost hugged him. Granted, it was an oatmeal raisin cookie- the crumbly kind where you can’t easily pick out the raisins. But it’s the thought that counts, and in this case, it counted three hours worth.

Read part 2 here!

The sound of forgetfulness

There’s a fellow in my neighbourhood who enjoys making music. No big deal, right?

What about instrument practice at night, when most people are trying to sleep, outdoors, facing my window, and LOUD! One night I had enough and went up to ask a family member if there was anything I could do. On the way up, I remembered that I’d forgotten to take tonight’s dose of medicine. And on the way back down- having commiserated with the other side window person and agreed that there was nothing really we could do- I remembered that I hadn’t set my alarm yet!

So, if you’re reading this- you know who you are- please don’t keep it up! But just this once, I owe you a thank you!