God and I are seeing other people
Yom Kippur services today, and I’ve decided not to fast. Not this year, anyway. I figure He owes me this year.
It was during Yom Kippur services last year, somewhere between the Al Chets and Neilah, that I decided that it would be imprudent to pursue alternatives to alleviate the pathetic state of my marriage. It wasn’t exactly a deal I made with God, but I suppose I was hoping for a little help.
So I’m not turning my back on Him or anything, just no fast this year, Buddy. After that we’ll call it even.
As I walked up to services this morning, a bright blue streak zoomed toward me. The boy and Beth had come out to look for me in the tent (they run two services at our shul: one in the sanctuary and the other in a tent. The cool people are in the tent). He’s always happy to see me now. He could knock me over if I didn’t steel myself for the way he launches himself on me. The plan was that Beth was going to take him to the children’s service for Yom Kippur since I took him to the Rosh Hashanah service, but the boy wanted to go with me. We lasted about 15 minutes in that service.
After the children’s sevice, the boy and I walked around the grounds. He played with some kids, got upset, and I had to remove him to a quiet place in the parking lot (the rock, if you must know).