A Quiet Shabbat
This will be the first time he's gone camping, relatively "roughing it," with anyone, let alone the Boy Scouts, in over nine years. We've both gotten a little older since then, and somewhat more decrepit. It goes with the territory, as they say. So this will be a very, very interesting awakening-er-trip, for my D.H. We Skyped today, and he actually said to me that 'he's too old for his -20 degree 2 person tent, you know-the kind you have to crawl into. I (almost) could not believe my ears. He actually said that. And he continued on, saying that maybe my idea that I've expressed for a very long time now, of acquiring a tent with a 6-foot center so that we could stand in it, and a door that you don't have to bend down to your toes to enter, was not such a bad idea. Imagine that.
So back to my Shabbat. I am going to one friend for the first Seudah tonight, and another for the 2nd tomorrow afternoon. Made a yummy green salad for friend #1 and brought grape juice for friend #2. And then, I come home to peace and quiet. I can read without interruption, the house is clean, some of the laundry is done (oh well; too much going on. Didn't manage to do it all), and best of all: I bought myself half an apple pie to have with coffee Shabbat morning, before shul.
It's the little things that give you...comfort. Shabbat shalom.