a pound of fresh

I had a really Jewish day today. I wore a Hebrew bracelet, went to the library in East Williamsburg to take out a book I had interloaned about contemporary Hasidic women, ate falafel for dinner with a friend over which we discussed my impending Bat Mistvah, and then saw an old Yiddish movie at Light Industry. Finally I arrived home, overheated yet too cheap to buy an air conditioner, and came up with the Shylock joke "a pound of fresh." Yep, I'd say all an all this was a really Jewish day.