BS"D

OLD GHOSTS

Monday August 9th
Pizza with Bena & Gustavo at their place was terrific last night. It had been a year since I'd seen them & it was so great to catch up & share their space, even briefly. They're so wonderful, I wish we lived closer. I'd love to explore Bena's Halifax.
I'm so grateful to Dave for the use of his apartment.
Napping on a real bed was *heaven*.
Doing laundry was equally as pleasurable, in its Zen way.
I have begun "Rereading the Rabbis" by Dr Judith Hauptman.
I wrote & wrote. All the driving gave my arm a rest from the pain of work, but it's starting to return. I set up my laptop outside on the spacious patio & hunt for wireless internet hubs. As I scan, I notice the flies. Nasty, brutish New York Flies. GIANT FLIES with grey racing stripes rubbing their greedy paws.
In the evening I went out to explore the neighborhood, scope out kosher food, etc, & just get oriented. My body has missed the exercise. The sharp popping & cracking sounds of Joel walking on stray bubble wrap startle me to tears after my experience in Israel left me fearful. Still more PTSD to deal with after all :(