Friends, I am actually going to write early tonight, and go to bed early as well.
A kind young man has offered to help me dismantle my beloved sukkah tomorrow morning; he is arriving at 7 a.m.
The day was rich and full: today's services, if I calculate correctly, lasted about five hours. In the past, I had committed to produce and perform a concert, in honor of dancing with the Torah (and kept my vow;) this time I committed to a book.
On November first, I fly to the home of a writer friend, who many months ago offered to help me shape these entries on CaringBridge into a book on the journey of this very particular grief.
During those three first weeks of November, I don't know if I can write nightly on this site, or even if I should. I would like to write periodically on the new blog, which you can access at <eveilsen.com>. I wish I knew better how to manage it---to leave messages, etc. I'm still learning too, so I may not be the one to help us all. A friend who is much much more tech-savvy wrote the following:
"I see that you are using Squarespace as your web hosting service; an excellent choice. The versatility and power of their offerings and interface is outstanding. So, setting up an RSSfeedshould be pretty straightforward. Still, I recognize that technical matters are not your strength.
[He has known me for a long time, and this is a gallant understatement.]
If the task exceeds your patience and skill set, time to call in a favor and ask someone to help youfrom your community in setting up an 'RSS feed' on your blog.
If advertised with the RSS logo that you offer a subscription, a simple click on the logo will set up their own (subscribers) browser to look for new feeds whenever they go onto the Internet. Sure, people still can cruise over to your site manually, but if you can make it easier, why not?"
I am still looking for the person who can help me; I will keep you posted. If anyone who has logged onto the squarespace blog has any info that would be useful, please post it on both sites!
Regarding the future book, I have a question for all of you who have accompanied me for so long and with such loving help: I might like to include a selection of your responses in side-bars.
Early on in our use of CaringBridge, if I wanted to reach one of you privately in response to a comment, I could easily do that; now they have changed how the site functions, and I cannot.
Would you kindly respond to my email address with ways to reach you directly, to ask your permission to include something you have written? (I would use first name and last initial, or just first name.) Oh yes, my email address: <email@example.com>
My mind is tumbling among all these varied themes at random: the health of dear golden cat Bracha, who is skinny and clearly not well, but hanging on; the good behavior of Mazal, who has not pissed in inapropriate places for weeks, thank G-d; the sukkah, which I love each year, and which I will miss, and the young man who kindly offered to help me dismantle it at seven tomorrow morning; the changing weather, which brings with it a certain exhilaration and a melancholy at once; the questions of what to do with this wonderful house---and with the rest of my life.
A household develops certain customs that mark the seasons, the days of the week, the years.
When I lived back East, it was storing the fans, exchanging the summer screens for the winter storm windows, and the summer clothing for the winter woolens which had been packed safely into the cedar chest. Here, it is raking the fallen leaves into lawn bags to put out back for adding into the composter, pruning back leggy and overgrown branches, blowing out the irrigation system, scrolling back the shadecloth that has covered the skylights all summer, checking that my boots don't leak and that the gloves have mates. (That reminds me: I must find an intrepid and sure-footed helper to climb out the bedroom window onto the roof with me to do the shadecloth bit. It is worth it; the house is passively cooled all summer.)
Meanwhile, everybody: VOTE.