Heading towards shabbos

A day of many errands, and the usual fruitless effort to wrap things up neatly before shabbos.
The reality: my desk is a mess; my mind is spilling details; I need to cook for shabbos...
I'll stuff and bake that large zucchini I found at the Farmer's Market.

I can feel myself beginning to draw inward with the season, contemplating the High Holy Days. It has been a beautiful summer, and I anticipate the Fall gladly.

Blessings for a deeply peaceful and nourishing Shabbos.

All sorts of things

What a full day.

First the wonderful tree guys came to replace a tree they had mistakenly cut down with another that would do well in its place---a lovely young Norway maple.

Overlapping that, the new veterinarian who does house calls arrived.
She's okay; but I miss our wonderful vet who just retired, who would try homeopathy first before hauling out the big guns. Mishka did tolerate her shaving off a seriously matted area (she's a long-haired cat), looking in her ears and mouth, and weighing her.

On the heels of that, a friend arrived who had driven all the way up from Denver to visit---a delight.
Later in the afternoon, the Farmer's Market; I could see and feel the day shorter, heading towards Fall. Still, we meet strangers, support independent small farmers, jostle and bump and greet each other.

Now it is almost already the end of the week, and I can feel us edging closer to the High Holy Days.
I am not ready.
Then I remember---I say that every year.

Good night.

Eye, eye eye eye...(to the tune of "Cielito Lindo")

Saw the other doc today, the cataract guy.
Yes, they would like to do the surgery together: Doc #1 the retina, Doc #2 the cataract.
I am thinking that after Sukkot would be good...

Meanwhile, I am falling asleep at the keyboard.

More tomorrow, when both a good friend and a new young tree to replace the one accidentally removed by over-enthusiastic young tree-care interns arrive, probably at the same time.
Sweet dreams.

Closer...

I can feel the High Holy Days creeping up on me.

The "cheshbon ha-nefesh" is pushing up from beneath the surface by itself, noodging me.
"Take an honest look at this last year," it is saying.
I am thinking that perhaps I will actually use some of the time between Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur to look at my year as my teacher Mme. Colette would have advised:
from today in reverse to this time last year.

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Earlier this afternoon the Boulder JCC showed the film about
Dr. Ruth. If you have a chance to, see it. What a rich and original life---with its share of tragedies, starting with being evacuated to Switzerland on a Kindertransport and never seeing her parents again.


I have just fallen asleep at the keyboard---a definite sign that it is time to wrap up. Blessings for sweet dreams...

Holy water


In response to Karen R's request:
Zalman heard about the work of the Japanese scientist Emoto, who claimed that the moleculare structure of water kept in vessels with positive words written on them shifted, became regular, etc. Of course this is equally disputed and "debunked"---but on the chance that it might be true, Zalman did that holy graffiti. He also wrote on the crock that holds the 3-gallon glass bottles of water that I bring from Eldorado Springs.
And if it's not---no harm done.

My adventures today involved getting quite lost twice, map and all, on the way to a dance party fundraiser for the Conservative shul. I did finally find it, and enjoy some good interesting conversations before getting back into the car and coming home.

Since the monthly Monday morning group will be arriving at 7:30 in the morning, I will sign off now and report in greater detail tomorow.
Purr from Mishka, curled on the desk beside the laptop.

Late

Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 13 minutes ago

I enjoyed visiting with the house guest, enjoyed going to shul this morning, enjoyed quiet afternoon at home. Late afternoon I headed out to walk in the Open Space, the nearby semi-wild area. I encountered walkers heading down where I was about to head up: "Rattlesnake on the path up there."
I changed route, and went up the next street, the one we used to live on.

I met a stranger hiking with what looked like a day's supplies, and we began to talk. I finally invited him to continue walking with me to the enormous dark green water tank at the end of the trail---
where the holy-graffiti-blessing that Zalman, z'l, spray-painted on the tank continues to bleed through multiple dark green re-paintings. The obscene teenage graffiti disappears beneath re re-painting, to be replaced with the next batch.
The blessing never leaves.

I'm grateful to find that some of the most unexpected and wonderful things don't change.

Mid-week 


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Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 30 minutes ago

I love that in the summer, the week is punctuated by the Farmer's Market downtown, even if there is nothing I need to buy.

I see that this summer, the doggies that were forbidden for a few years have quietly crept back in...(yay)...and have behaved well.
Last week I finally remembered to bring my knives for sharpening, and this week got to tell the expert sharpener what a difference it has made.
I run into folks I know, and meet new folks.
Today, the extra delight of walking in the fragrance of late-summer rain without an umbrella.
I have begun getting flowers for the shabbos table two days early because of the lovely woman who makes up the bouquet so individually and whimsically for each of us, consulting her young children those days before school started.
(Makes me wonder if perhaps her kids would not have learned more, and more enjoyably, by skipping school Wednesday afternoons to accompany their mother to the Farmer's Market these last weeks. Sorry; my libertarian streak is showing.)

I was lucky.
When the day was especially beautiful, and my mother had an unexpected day off, we would sometimes play hooky together, pack a picnic and "get lost": that is, get in the car and explore where we had not been before, often deciding at each crossroad which direction to take. I realize now that those adventures gave me a keen and contrarian sense of what was really important.

There were the years when I tried to follow the more conventional ideas of what is Important.

I am happy to report that I have recovered, and given that up.
(I see my mother's wicked grin hiding behind her apparently innocent face. From the Next World, she heaves a sigh of relief.)

Odd day...

Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 10 minutes ago

I have been going since early morning, wakened by the operatic meow of a hungry cat.
The auto-body place arranged that I come in early this morning to finally replace the fog light that was crashed into some months ago. All is fixed.

*****
In this community, when someone dies and is waiting at the funeral home before burial, many of us sign up for different shifts to sit with the body.

I was signed up for this evening, and no matter what I did, I could not get the lock box with the entry key to open. Nor could I get the elevator to let me out at the correct floor.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I stopped at the house of a friend I thought might help me reach someone who knew the combination...I was told she was at the shiva.

Wait a minute...If she was at the shiva, the funeral has taken place. There is no body at the funeral home awaiting burial.

I feel like I have fallen down Alice's rabbit-hole...
I hope I waken tomorrow back in my accustomed place.
Surely Mishka's reveille-meow will help.

Good night.

Catching up


I am amazed how the computer, which was supposed to make things so much more streamlined and easier, is exacting HUGE dues in terms of my time. And these days, it all comes with the added weight of The News, which is not often good, these days.


Still, I made it out to the park and the lake to walk, on this beautiful day. I did laundry, and will restore the guest room for the next guest.

The season naturally turns me inward to the work of the month of Elul, sliding towards the new year: all I have failed to do or have done badly; apologies I owe. The voice up inside my head says: "Don't forget: being too hard on yourself blinds you to the real stuff."

I am grateful for the beauty of today.