Julia has today off for Yom Kippur. I’ve never observed the day of atonement but this year, because it is punctuated by a school holiday, it sticks in my mind. Who to include on the list of those to ask forgiveness of, who to reach out to, who to say a silent prayer for, to give a silent thought for.
I have a list of what I’d like do during this season—reading, writing, getting body and voice into shape—and the challenge is simply beginning. Six months at home alone with Julia, working as planner and manager as well as caregiver and cook, makes the discipline to begin something for myself hard. Last week, days 4 to 8 of my free days, I did what I needed to do—finally getting to see the dentist, finding a place to fix my rocking chair and bringing it in, returning books to the library and picking up new holds, a bit of weeding and cooking. I don’t seem to be able to slam into the discipline I need but I can pick off some low hanging fruit. My lists should probably be written in circles. That low hanging fruit needs picking so it wasn’t a waste of time, it just didn’t feel like a launch.Continue reading