You guys, the lunchbox-shopping? Long into the night, which maybe could have just seemed longer than it actually was, because if you look here you will see that already at dinnertime it is almost-too-dark to photograph dinner.
I had not actually planned to do too much holiday here because Mari is at the office until late Thursday night and (I am not actually Jewish) Fille is on this sugarless diet. Sure, I felt like Rosh Hashanah should be observed, but I also felt it very strongly inside of me -- the way in which I recently had occasion to remind myself that if duty is devotion, a submission to a great purpose, then no action will be lost, however small it is, and that is pretty great.
This morning the world received the news -- as promised us in Judges, and all over the Book, actually -- that Ariel Castro has left this mortal plane & it kicked my page-turning, closuring, quantifying nature into gear. 5773, I would like to move forward from you now. No hard feelings. Let us seal ourselves up in a lovely way, for all the years of so much living upon which we can reflect, and also hope to enjoy.
O, I know, it's another scriptural-analysis Wednesday. I'M SORRY.
Fooling around this morning in the kitchen I realized that, just by virtue of chronobiology, already I had amassed a sufficient accumulation of beets, leeks, and pomegranates to paste up a decent celebration. Where there is a will, there is a seedy fruit which goes a long way -- para muchos años xoxox