We had thrown the usual out the window and just coming back to us was on the front burner yesterday. Usually we celebrate Rosh Hashanah with family and friends: one night with Tuvia’s family, one night with my dad and usually one morning in the Hoboken Synagogue. I don’t know that I’ve ever missed one of Hilda’s honey cake parties on the first day of the holiday, but yesterday we went rogue.
Tuvia was supposed to repeat a test but at the last minute, just one hour before he was prepared to drink the “stuff” it was called off and instead, we had a quiet dinner together.
In the morning I was off to a meeting with Tom and Andrea, sharing ideas for this year at the Hudson Valley Writing Project. Tuvia was on his own and he made it a great morning. He got into his car for the first time in a month and drove to the post office came home, and then went back out for a hair cut. Small things usually, but very big for him. He took control and came back to himself without anyone’s permission.
When I got back we were off for a late lunch in Ridgewood. The afternoon was glorious and we had the perfect spot- an outside restaurant, Mediterraneo filled with lovely memories. No one anxious for our perfect table at 2:30 in the afternoon, allowed us to linger over red lentil soup, salad, pita, sorbet and coffee and a few casual iphone pictures.
Another day back to us, hey I even had a creative burst last night to create this piece from our Summer Institute in July.
I could get very used to this although, as I finish this post at 5:35 am I’m hoping that Tuvia gets back to a more regular body clock and breakfast starts later than 3 for him.