...getting the house back to normal; then, maybe even myself?
I started the morning with early minyan, and a list in my pocket of dear people who are, as the old hymn goes, "standin' in the need of prayer".
Why did I never ask my mother what it was that she did when she prayed for healing for people?
The house itself needed a little healing. Turns out that three toilets in this house were leaking. That could add up, according to the Water Department's calculations, to a lot of water, in this dry state. Here, in this house where we have been so careful that we wet down, then turned off the shower while soaping and scrubbing, and turn it back on to rinse---three toilets were leaking! For shame!
The flappers are now all replaced thanks to Netanel. And while I was at McGuckin's Hardware getting the last toilet flapper, Netanel and a guy-friend snuck out onto the roof and and rolled the shadecloth down from the skylights for the winter. That was a very gallant gesture...and I am resisting the notion that perhaps, nearing the age of 70, I should not be climbing out of the window onto the roof twice a year after all, even in those grippy rubber shoes. But ¿don't I remember that for a while, Zalman and I did this together, the roof thing...?
Netanel has been so gallant around this issue, and I have not made it easy.
Mishka the cat is again curled up on the desk by my right arm, dozing and purring.
It is time for me to go upstairs and do the same.
I wish us all a sweet and restorative shabbos.
Meow; sweet dreams.