Living by the sun is difficult when your life has been ruled by the tictoc machine for three quarters of a century. I seem to do my very best sleeping right at daybreak and wake again about a half hour after sunup. That makes arising at a scandalous 8 am on the tictoc this time of year, but 6:30 am on the sundial. I can almost hear my grandpa saying you gonna sleep your life away? But who’s around to censor me now? I kinda think Snookums likes that hour or so without me underfoot anyway, though she always rises at 7:20 Standard Time. So, the coffee was ready, Shabbat music was playing on the puck, the dogs were fed and the blinds opened. I feel like such a sluggard for refusing to let machine time rule me.
My on-line friends are slowly disappearing. Many have died, some have ghosted, and some have drifted into a net-free lifestyle, and I slowly devolve into a self-reliant island, not building friendships or becoming a part of something larger. I am leisurely adjusting to it, though. Maybe it is simply my way of disengaging from the creation and shifting my thoughts toward the creator.
The neighbor’s daughter offered to weedwhack the yard for me just because she was stir-crazy living at home. But her mothers’ yard could use some serious weedwhacking too, and she has so many personal problems that I thought it best to not allow her to fail at good deeds. She has good intentions, but not so good follow through. Her daughter has become Linda’s friend, and Linda gave her a spare sewing machine that was gathering dust. I love watching young women learning from elderly women. They are so intense and approach it with far more humility than men have.
Shabbat brunch is going to be more like Shabbat blunch today. I was thinking of being creative and making something wildly different, but Saturday it is hashbrowns, kosher sausage and runny eggs. That is the natural order of things, and I should not push against the rule.
So the day sleepily unfolds in the house.
It is good.