I did indeed make it to the minyan this morning. Funny, we few women who show up usually end up congregating together in one area---a spontaneous Ezrat Nashim (women's section.)
Then a few of us visited over coffee for a bit---a good way to begin a day.
I went from there to the hospital, to see how my friend was doing.
What a remarkable woman. She emerged from deep sleep and we had a beautiful visit.
I spent some of the rest of the afternoon gathering things that might help---things I learned when, as an 18-year old, I volunteered at the A.R.E, the Edgar Cayce center in Virginia Beach: a very interesting time that changed the trajectory of my life.
The rest of the afternoon and evening were going through papers, paying bills, donating or resisting donating, throwing the ingredients for chicken soup into the slow cooker, making up a pot of Bieler Broth, finally opening the last two pomegranates into a bowl and adding a few drops of rosewater, which makes them heavenly for shabbos, putting the last of last week's crustless spanakopita in single-serving packets into the freezer.
I plan to deliver some of the chicken broth (Jewish penicillin), the Bieler Broth (soothingly alkaline) and the makings of a castor oil pack (wonderful for the kishkes---external) to the hospital tomorrow. I have already gotten the okay of her nurse (who of course will not be the one on duty tomorrow). What could it hurt? And do I have enough arms to bring the guitar too, and sing something that will make her laugh?
I wish us all a blessed shabbos.