We had a quiet Shabbat.
Only MD was home.
It was nice to have a chance to spend some time just with him.
I thought we would play more, but all of us slept after lunch, for a LONG time.
A went to her cool Aunt's for Shabbat.
They also slept for a LONG time.
It was one of those Shabbatot.
Y was gone since Thursday. She went, with her school, for a three days "seminarion" (weekend seminar).
For half an hour after Shabbat, we lived in the Twilight Zone -- we still felt slow and peaceful.
Then, almost in an instant, things switched back into high gear.
Moshe picked up A.
Then, A and MD had to get ready for bed, including getting all their things ready for school the next day. If they were quick enough, we would watch Star Trek.
Y called to make sure we (read: Moshe) could pick her up as soon as she got back to her school.
Even though Moshe would have to leave in the middle to pick up Y, we started watching Star Trek. (If you know us, you know that this is actually a big deal. A big part of the "experience" is in watching together!)
Ten (okay 12) minutes before the episode ended, Y called.
Moshe left; the kids and I finished watching Star Trek.
A few minutes later, Y blew through the door, distributed hugs and kisses to all, then flew back out the door, to go to her youth group, 'cause she "missed them too."
It was 10:30 pm on Saturday night.
What about going to sleep? Not to worry, the girls convinced the principal to cancel school tomorrow -- after all, what would they learn in one day? (No school this week from Monday through Wednesday, because of Rosh HaShanah)
Y was gone... again.
Moshe sang to A & MD. Then, despite having napped all day, the kids fell asleep right away.
Once again, the house was quiet.
Moshe and I watched the end of Star Trek.
Aftewards, we watched Jericho (post-apocalyptic TV series, brilliant, complex).
I don't usually like to watch two TV shows in one night. But there were only two episodes left of the second season, and I couldn't resist.
Y breezed back in, at some point, and went straight to bed.
Moshe and I finished watching the second to last episode.
In the quiet hours of the night, we analyzed the episode, focussed on a far away, stormy, and imaginary, world.
As we settled in for the night, our home felt safe and secure, and peaceful.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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