On Monday we celebrated the first night of Rosh Hashanah, which began at sundown at which time we gladly hosted our close friends, Andi and Michael for dinner—as safely as possible.
Why do I say as safely as possible? Because Covid is spiking, and Andi and I are both immunosuppressed.
No one with one lung (even if all boostered up) should be found anywhere near Covid. And as several months back, Andi experienced heart failure, and as her heart still remains enlarged, she was scheduled for the implantation of a pacemaker/defibrillator, last Wednesday—and thankfully, her procedure went well, and she is resting comfortably at home.
Needless to say, neither of us prepared a holiday feast, so dinner was ordered and brought in.
As to safety, our dining room table is eight feet long and wide enough to seat two at the head and two at the foot. Earlier in the day, while I’d coached from a chair, Will set a festive table, which, when completed, looked like royalty was about to be seated regally at both ends.
With weariness settling in, that’s all I’ll say for today except to send my best wishes to everyone in honor of our similarities and differences while the Jewish people, of which I am one, happily celebrate the birthday of the world. 🙋🏻♀️🍎🍯🔆🌻Annie
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