Earlier this evening, I had the delight of a rehearsal for what has become a Boulder tradition for the night of December 24: Chinese food followed by a Klezmer concert. What splendid, delightful, playful musicians---clarinet, trombone, accordion, cello, drums, piano, voice...Yum.
Ah---it has already turned the twenty-first.
I imagine hibernating, and waking to slightly shorter nights...
But that's not what will happen.
Tomorrow I will waken early to take the trash and recyclables out for collecting.
I will take everything out from beneath the kitchen sink and check if the leak caused by garbage-disposal backup is still leaking, or has healed itself.
I will try to clear the decks some, and sort and throw out and give away; enough piles, already.
And how did I end up with five 2019 calendars, each from some organization to which I donate?
Where can I, in turn, donate the other four?
I will make sure to cook something simple and good and warm for shabbos.
And I will meditate, at the same time as a group of friends are meditating, opening to hear instructions for the coming year. We will pool our results and share them with each other.
Wishing us all a shabbos with the taste of deep winter's inwardness and rest.