First, the news:
I did call the various companies and restored the old arrangement whereby the internet and cable are on Comcast, the land line is on Century Link, and (right now) the cell phone is on T-Mobile.
We'll see what happens tomorrow. What a time-eater!
Also: I know I need help getting to know this blog, what to do and how to do it. If anyone in Boulder is really conversant, and willing to deal with an old Luddite, call me!
There is the faintest whiff of Autumn in the air. I corralled all the droopy vegtables and made a bodacious pot of soup, seasoned with a bouquet garni: fresh thyme from the garden, parsley, bay leaves; a few juniper berries. Sliced the about-to-go peaches into the jar with the earlier peaches, the tokay and a bit of slivovitz; I think of them as Stewed Peaches. Steamed the big batch of spinach, pressed it, and put it through the food processor with some feta cheese, fresh dill and a few basil leaves.
The most wonderful and unexpected event of the day happened when I went, shortly before dusk, to the nearby park with the little lake. I saw a large family getting out of a car, bringing picnic items to the gazebo, and guiding the parents slowly to the seats. The paterfamilias leaned on a walker; his wife, the mother, was tiny, and leaned on a daughter. Some of the women wore hijab; some did not. It turned out that the parents/grandparents lived in Florida, and had just arrived to celebrate together: a granddaughter is beginning CU this semester. I heard that the Florida visitors, the older generation, were not feeling well due to the altitude. I have seen some relief from the initial discomfort by taking 6 or so capsules of "Chloroxygen": chlorophyll. I told them about it, and went on to my errand at the market. Then it occurred to me that they probably could not get any until tomorrow; so I picked up a bottle, and brought it to them on my way home.
Well, that occasioned a whole introduction to the entire family, complete with my contact information for the young woman beginning college so that she would have somewhere to turn if needed. Before I knew it, they had cut me a piece of the celebratory cake to take home, and the paterfamilias had diagrammed the family tree so that I would understand who was who. It turns out that he had originally come to the States to study Comparative Religions. I asked how the young woman will feel living here so far from family. Her grandfather said, "But she has family here,"---then pointed to me.
Oh, I so wished that Zalman had been with us.
And Netanel would have enjoyed the family as well, and they him.
But they were not here, so I had to do what I could to represent the best of both of them.
I hope the young woman will call, and visit.
I end this day with a certain feeling of satisfaction.