Using pronouns all through an entry can get confusing, so I call her Bisch (short form of her real name) to keep her separate from another friend who has the same first name. OK. Now...Bisch is an artist, mostly oils, but she has done some water colors and pastels. She has sold some of her work, and exhibits in various shows in the area. Bisch has two sons, both married. One of the sons and his wife live on a boat, and they're starting a part-way around the world cruise. When they finally land in Australia, if all goes according to plan, it will be Christmas. They'll moor their boat there, fly home for the holidays, the fly back to Australia to continue their trip. Bisch says they plan to be sailing four years. Sounds exciting, doesn't it? But I ramble.
After we said our goodbyes, I went on out to Roseville to visit my friends there. Friend had visitors yesterday, as I mentioned, and she said today that she was pleased to see them. Surprised me because she keeps insisting she doesn't want visitors. Well, I guess the Rabbi's wife is a little more than just a visitor.
Now I need to call their dentist and see about setting up an appointment. Friend has a great deal of difficulty transferring from her wheelchair, but Husband doesn't have as much of a problem. Need to find out if he can accommodate her after I tell him her difficulty and how frail she is. She lost a filling, and the tooth is beginning to bother her.
Then I have to make an appointment with a notary to notarize their signatures on a legal document their daughter sent me. This is a real problem for their children to attend to such matters. Eldest daughter lives in Southern California. Eldest son lives in Maryland. Next son lives in Oklahoma. Youngest daughter lives in Florida. So, being practically a member of the family, I have been asked to help out in these matters. I guess you could call me the Coordinating Correspondent. Heh!
Anyway, Friend was in a good mood, Husband his usual sweet self, and the visit went quite pleasantly. I came away not quite so unhappy with their situation.
The weather is cooling, but we'll have a couple more days of 90s, then I hope well get back down to the 80s (low!) and begin enjoying fall weather at last.
Rosh Hashanah starts tomorrow evening, so I won't be back here until Monday. The first two days are treated with the same restrictions as the Sabbath. My granddaughter will be with me Sunday, and she will hear the shofar for the first time. It'a hard to describe what I feel when I hear the shofar. It's a call to repentance, a call to glory, a call to the soul. That's the best I can do.
Shalom, and may you all have a sweet and joyous year.