This morning, an early frittata: I sautéed onions and mushrooms in an iron skillet, poured over the eggs beaten with a little cream, sprinkled on the grated good cheese, and put it in the oven while setting the table and making the coffee. One last lovely visit with my friends, and they were on their way. I love the custom I learned from my beloved of making one about to travel into a "shaliach mitzvah"---the emissary of a good deed---by giving him/her money to donate to tzdedakah from me once they are safely home. A "shaliach mitzvah" is protected. I think of it as Jewish travel insurance.
Swift transition to the next world: a rehearsal for an upcoming fundraiser. I wish my memory for lyrics was as good as my performance. Where did it go?
The next world: a local bakery for a cup of soup, since I did not feel like cooking tonight.
The next world: weeding the front garden, around the peach tree, the horse-chestnut, the walk.
After that, the wildly disorganized and dysfunctional kitchen drawer that holds the clippers, the corks, the flower stuff, the first aid supplies, the sunscreen, the hand cream, the cat food-can-lids, thermometer, small wrench, cat food fork. Good grief.
The next world was the accumulated email and the tail of a purring cat draped in my lap (still there as I write.)
And now I am about to ascend into a truly other world, that of our bedroom, so quietly removed from the rest of the tumult. As we count S'phirah, tonight begins Yesod sh'b-Gevurah.
Even on such a powerful night, the cats are peacefuly fast asleep on either side of me. I will let their deeply contemplative energy urge me up the stairs.