Here I am in the land of almost-no-Jews and at work on Friday, I felt compelled to go around and say to various people "Happy New Year to me!" Some just looked blank; a few said, 'Yeah, yeah, it's that holiday for you, isn't it."
Yeah, yeah, it is. I found a nice little synagogue and went to services Friday night and Saturday. I like this holiday, as I've mentioned before. While others like Therapy Doc find it somewhat grand and dramatic, for me it's the lead up to that Big Therapy session that is Yom Kippur. On Rosh Hashanah, you get to eat apples and honey (you should have a sweet year). On Yom Kippur, you get to eat nothing and atone.
"On Rosh Hashanah, it is written,
on Yom Kippur it is sealed:
How many shall pass on, how many shall come to be;
who shall live and who shall die;
who shall see ripe age and who shall not;
....who shall be secure and who shall be driven;
who shall be tranquil and who shall be troubled;
who shall be poor and who shall be rich;
who shall be humbled and who exalted."
Maybe it is somewhat grand and dramatic for me too.