The holiday and the flight East are getting closer, and I am trying to prioritize what will need to be done in preparation for leaving.
- Housesitting: arranged. A lovely woman is coming to stay and to care for the cats and plants
- Clothing: got to the fabric shop for a scrap to patch the pants I want to take. I will try to pack very lightly this time; I will only be gone eight days
- Teaching material: ah. For this I have been musing and making notes already for a while. I always plan sessions, and then abandon plans when I see who arrives
- Getting to Philadelphia: arranged a lift with a returning participant
- Car rental for visiting relatives in Philadelphia: arranged through AAA
- The relatives: arranging by phone
- Bracha the sick cat: will call the vet and let him know my housesitting friend may have to call him
- Spring water: replenished the supply of eight glass 3-gallon bottles today at Eldorado Springs; I love rattling down the rocky dirt road in the last funky place near Boulder
Oh, but I miss getting his clothes ready too. I miss planning a session we will do together. I miss bouncing ideas off my beloved's splendid and original mind. I miss his great suggestions. I miss the pre-9/11 days when clerics of all sorts waited for planes unafraid in their clerical robes/turbans/collars, when I watched Zalman's eyes light up as he left me with our carry-ons and made a beeline for the cleric-of-a-different-stripe to begin talking about G-d. I miss holding hands on the plane.
I never stop missing him.