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Shalom! "I'll get the Succa built before the holiday starts. I promise!" Elul rolled around once again and the man of the house, who promised to build a "proper Succa" this year arranged a series of boards against the wall of the house that would supposedly be one of the Succa walls as well. His wife looked on is semi-disbelief and sighed to herself, "Again? The is the third time he's done this. It always happens like this. Two days before the holiday he'll take out the pre-fab Succa and frantically put the pieces together..."
(The story is somewhat based on a true experience. We have somehow managed to move FOUR times very close to Succot. I have yet to tell the story, which I would like to do one year. I'll let you know when I get past the rough draft.)
Hadassa, you're close, but it's not my husband's work. It's son #1 who decided with daughter's husband to fix it themselves. That's after years of the both sons telling us "This is the last time I'm putting up your succah. It's a danger! Get it fixed!!"
Frum version of survivor gone awry?
ReplyDeletePrag, never would have thought of that. Keep guessing
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ReplyDelete"I'll get the Succa built before the holiday starts. I promise!"
Elul rolled around once again and the man of the house, who promised to build a "proper Succa" this year arranged a series of boards against the wall of the house that would supposedly be one of the Succa walls as well. His wife looked on is semi-disbelief and sighed to herself, "Again? The is the third time he's done this. It always happens like this. Two days before the holiday he'll take out the pre-fab Succa and frantically put the pieces together..."
(The story is somewhat based on a true experience. We have somehow managed to move FOUR times very close to Succot. I have yet to tell the story, which I would like to do one year. I'll let you know when I get past the rough draft.)
Hadassa, you're close, but it's not my husband's work. It's son #1 who decided with daughter's husband to fix it themselves. That's after years of the both sons telling us "This is the last time I'm putting up your succah. It's a danger! Get it fixed!!"
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