Saturday, February 11, 2006
I was sitting in the backyard with my kids this morning, when my back door neighbor came out. She's an old Jewish lady, not religious. We schmooze sometimes over the fence. She's a yenta. She has a dog, and I see her when she lets the dog in and out.
So we're schmoozing, and Srulik pipes up, "My tatty is in shul." She smiled. "I know, and so is Chaya, right?" "Yeah. We're going later," I added. Then I asked, "What are you doing today?" She said, "I think I'm going to a movie." Then she went inside.
It hit me in the weirdest way. A movie? I remembered how I used to do stuff like that on saturdays. Friday meant the end of the week, and the beginning of 2 glorious days of "I can do whatever I want". Even the DJ's on the radio talked about it, like it was some kind of holy grail. THE WEEKEND.
I remembered the mentality I used to have - driving to people's houses to share a shabbos meal with them. I would enjoy a little shabbos, and then drive away - back into saturday. I don't mind having a shabbos meal with you, but 25 hours of this? Being frum was for somebody else.
Needless to say, it's not a "weekend" to me anymore. Friday is basically dedicated to getting ready for shabbos. As soon as those candles are lit, something happens: the day of rest has arrived. I can't wait to go to bed after dinner! I love my nap shabbos afternoon. It's wonderful not to use the phone, the computer, and the car.
My whole week revolves around this holiest of days.