unusual shabbat
This morning about half an hour into services the fire alarm went off.
It's one of those newfangled piercing ones that you can't just ignore
(I suppose that's the point), so we started to file out. The
executive director met us in the hall and said "get your coats and
go wait outside; it's a false alarm". After getting my coat I
started to go back for the sefer torah but was deterred.
After about five minutes the director said it wasn't a false alarm after all (but no one was panicking either), so the fire trucks were on their way and we should probably go home. I suggested we try to relocate and continue the service. Someone else said she lives a couple blocks away, so we decided to go there. The director wouldn't let us back in for the sefer torah and siddurim, but eventually consented to let the rabbi and one other person go in. So the rest of us headed over to the house and they did that. (We ended up with about one siddur for every 2-3 people, but that was fine. I learned that I have more of the service memorized than I had thought.)
We did lose a couple people along the way, but most joined us and it was a pleasant experience. We were already reduced in number because the URJ biennial is happening this week, so we all fit in the living room. I read torah on the dining-room table, and people just moved around as needed to make that work. (I gave the hosts the aliyot -- seemed fitting.) After the service our hosts brought out wine for kiddush, and we also had food. Around then we got word that everything was fine back at the synagogue, so when we were done schmoozing a few of us carried everything back.
(If I understand correctly, something in the kitchen (I think a fridge) fried itself somehow. The kitchen was not in use at the time.)
After about five minutes the director said it wasn't a false alarm after all (but no one was panicking either), so the fire trucks were on their way and we should probably go home. I suggested we try to relocate and continue the service. Someone else said she lives a couple blocks away, so we decided to go there. The director wouldn't let us back in for the sefer torah and siddurim, but eventually consented to let the rabbi and one other person go in. So the rest of us headed over to the house and they did that. (We ended up with about one siddur for every 2-3 people, but that was fine. I learned that I have more of the service memorized than I had thought.)
We did lose a couple people along the way, but most joined us and it was a pleasant experience. We were already reduced in number because the URJ biennial is happening this week, so we all fit in the living room. I read torah on the dining-room table, and people just moved around as needed to make that work. (I gave the hosts the aliyot -- seemed fitting.) After the service our hosts brought out wine for kiddush, and we also had food. Around then we got word that everything was fine back at the synagogue, so when we were done schmoozing a few of us carried everything back.
(If I understand correctly, something in the kitchen (I think a fridge) fried itself somehow. The kitchen was not in use at the time.)