I feel like this past week fled by so quick: it was havdalah, after last shabbos, and I opened my computer again; and now, suddenly, it is time to get ready for shabbos once more.
We are careening towards Tisha B'Av, and then in no time it is Elul,and the new year.
I glance back over my shoulder at the year that is coming to a close, and shudder in disbelief.
Even this minute, I think of what is going on in Congress and send up a prayer for the best outcome for the greatest number of people. And a deep healing for our country...that would take a lot of T'shuva, which my late adoptive father, z'l, translated not as "repentance", but as "a revolution of the soul".
The cat report:
Well, at the moment, Bracha dozes at my right, and Mazal is curled up fast asleep on my left. They have both pissed and dumped in awful places on the wooden floor today and most of this week. It is as if they had not spent years as relatively well-behaved housecats, and now all bets are off.
But you can't abandon your cat to the Humane Society after all these years just because she has taken to spraying occasionally on the wooden floor in front of the washing machine, where it goes beneath, to unreachable places, and rots the wood. I do not know what is making her so very badly-behaved now...or, perhaps, it is that I don't know how to read what she has been trying to tell me.
I suddenly remember a small description in one of Marge Piercy's first novels about a parallel dimension, visited by the main character, where a cat mimes kicking the dirt behind her as if covering her turds, to indicate what she thinks of a particular idea.
Hmmm---maybe they'll behave better if I spend less energy on politics and get back to writing?
That's worth the experiment...
I wish us all a good shabbos.