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
I was about to throw away a wilting bouquet of flowers when I noticed there's beauty *because* of the dark edges, not in spite of them. It made me think of the pandemic, and whether it's brought anything beautiful with it that I wouldn't have seen before. It's hard to answer that question. This week I'm angry with the Facebook hordes posting selfies with their vaccine bandaids. My state is way behind, and there's no vaccine in sight for me. I'm about to miss yet another family wedding, and my elderly mother is in steep decline 3000 miles away. I'm genuinely happy for those who can get vaccines. But I've stopped logging into Facebook because it just leaves me feeling tearful.
March 4, 2021