I have so enjoyed taking the morning coffee and nibbles out to the sukkah, benshing lulav and esrog, sitting and watching the birds and the plants. And dinner, with the porch lights and the crisper air.
This afternoon, a local Chabad rebbetzin hosted a women's lunch in their sukkah. The hospitality was warm and generous,everybody's stories and songs as nourishing as the food.
I am making plans to go to Berkeley for the memorial for my old friend and mentor, z'l, the weekend of October 5th. Oh, I so wish I had simply picked up and gone to visit while he was still alive. Actually, I was ready to do that one weekend---right when he was heading out of town. When I think of all we wish we had said---usually when it is too late---I am glad that I really did thank him for all the good he had done in my life and my mother's life, and in time.
[Note to self: take note of all you appreciate in others, and don't wait to say it. The Malakh ha-Mavet does not always send advance notice that he is coming.]
To all of you who have accompanied me these last four years on these pages, I thank you with all my heart. You have maintained this thread of communication without which I may have curled in on myself in solitude. Whatever I have written here in the past few years you have drawn out of me.
I thank you with all my heart.
And I wish you a good shabbos; you will hear from me again on Saturday night, G-d willing.