On the second day of Rosh HaShana, I didn't try to make it for the initial shofar-blowing. Instead, I saved up "BSM quiet-time" so I could hear some of the repetition of mussaf, and I listened to the all of the shofar blasts after davening. Again, BSM was kind in his nap schedule, and I managed to daven the amidahs at home, but his nap+lunch went long enough that I missed kedusha of mussaf. Again, nu-nu. I would have liked to get more shul time in, but I'm still thrilled that I managed to daven the amidah uninterrupted.
We ate lunch at our across-the-street-neighbors', whom I shall call the Kornbluths. They are Cool Folk. Mr. Kornbluth is getting his PhD in physics from Hebrew U, and Mrs. Kornbluth is just one of those people that I liked before I ever spoke to her. I will not lie: her cool outfit (sea-green and super-Israeli) when I met her on the first day of Rosh Hashana was actually the first thing that made me want to be friends. Yup, that's what I've come to: realizing that I judge people by their clothing. Siiiiiigh. Also, the fact that she let me look on with her for Torah-reading helped, but it was definitely her clothing that gave me that first big shove.
Anyway, lunch was lots of fun, and the Kornbluths even told us that you can generally see the glint of the Dead Sea itself a little after dawn, so tashlich wasn't as far-fetched as we thought.
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