Another Rosh Hashana at home with just the three of us, but this year we couldn’t blame it all on Covid—lack of planning was also to blame. We both are working from home is great, but it has us both running a bit ragged and somehow despite having saved all this commuting time, there is still no time to think and plan. I suspect the general state of alert and Covid anxiety contributes too, but it seems like the days pass by so fast and suddenly POOF there’s a holiday we forgot to make plans for. Still, it was nice to bake a couple of rounds challahs, one for us and one for a neighbor who also celebrates. My matzo ball soup isn’t as good as my mother in law’s but it was still tasty and no one complained!
September 15, 2021
Big lesson this week: stuff is just stuff. I was putting our kiddush cups away in the china cabinet when one flew out of my hand and smashed into the salt water dish that I had inherited from my Bubbe. Pre-pandemic me would have cried, found the glue, pieced it back together, prayed until Pesach that it would work, stressed over it not working, and cry some more. Post-pandemic....ooops, nope, guess we're not there yet! Pandemic-me takes a picture, sends a text to my mother with an "oh well" and tosses it in the trash. It's just a thing. Yes, it gave me joy. It helped me connect with my past, my traditions, and my family. But in the greater scheme of things, when everything is so scary and there's just a fine line between life and death, I'm not going to waste my time worrying about the fine lines in my now cracked salt water dish. No salt water, no tears. Just prayers that next year we can be together!
September 11, 2020