Adventures in observance,Tishrei YomTov edition

First, my husband set the Shabbos clock for Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement) and then forgot to turn it on. So we didn't dare take a nap during the break, lest we miss Minchah (Afternoon Service).

Then, he set the Shabbos lamp (see post linked above for photo and description) for Sukkot, but forgot to indicate what the time was when he set it. So, for three days straight, that darned lamp turned itself off before we got home from eating in the synagogue sukkah and turned itself on every morning at 4 AM.

Then it was my turn. First, I carefully remembered to turn off my computer speakers, but completely forgot to turn off my monitor, so I had to stare at that light for three days. Between that and having to leave the living room light on because of a broken timer, we're going to have an electricity bill the size of the national debt. Note to self: Buy new timer before Wednesday!

On top of that, I stupidly made tzimmes to eat in the synagogue sukkah. It spilled on the table, the floor, and my shoes. Next year, kugelach/kugels (savory "puddings")! I'll probably buy potato, lukshen/noodle, and butternut squash.

And, to boot, I noticed something rattling in my pocket. It turned out that I'd forgotten to remove the change from my trip to the office candy machine to buy peanuts earlier that afternoon. Oy. I left the change on the counter in the synagogue ladies' room.

Last, but not least, we couldn't find the Kohelet (Ecclesiastes) books yesterday (for the second year in a row, according to someone who's been a synagogue member for probably over 30 years and obviously has a better memory than I). What a surprise. Not.