Day 46: Unorthodox
Yesterday was Yom Kippur…and it didn’t feel like it.
Day 46 had a lot in it:
- Early-morning laundry
- Spanish class
- Coffee date
- Neighborhood exploration (and a wee tree came home)
- Ikea deliveries (2)
- Terrace setup
- Builder check-in
- A broken toe (Bill’s)
- Wine date
- I MADE COCKTAILS AND COOKED DINNER
- Mitzie and Amanda got on the plane (and we waited up until the plane took off)
You’re right — that doesn’t look like a very Yom Kippur kind of a day, and it wasn’t. Bill and I did head down to the water the night before , just before sunset, to do Tashlich. And I did spend the last 10 days clearing my slate, as it were, of my wrongs from this past year. And I didn’t do a lick of work from candle-lighting time to candle-lighting time, and I didn’t interact with the socials for that duration, too, with the exception of messaging apps. I intend to find a Jewish community between now and next year’s High Holidays and know that will help.
What day 46 was, though, was full of the good bits of this transition to Spain.
Outside of our home, I worked on learning Spanish and got to practice it several times throughout the day with varying degrees of success. I had a leisurely coffee with a new friend, talking about all sorts of things related and unrelated to our shared immigrant status. I flexed my new navigational prowess and found my way home from an unfamiliar bus stop, discovering new things about our neighborhood in the process and adding some greenery to our Awesome Flat.
Inside our home, I received the hard-fought Ikea items and put them to use, making our home feel more like ours. I had coffee on our terrace. I made my first-ever (I think) cocktails at home AND cooked dinner (all of it) so Bill could stay off his broken toe. I set up Mitzie’s food and water dishes and adjusted the placement of her bed (and tracked the progress of Amanda & Mitzie from door to airport to plane).
For all that it lacked in traditional observance, this was a Yom Kippur to remember.
