It cannot come soon enough. This year, 2015, was marked with abundant goodness but also twinged with pain. Some pain was literal like my three month toothache and its accompanying severe infection that seemingly defied multiple root canals and massive doses of antibiotics. An attempt to beautify myself also slightly misfired but thankfully I appear to be getting better, at least cosmetically.
The house fared the best this year. It received a beautiful new antique rug in the dining room and a big new walk-in pantry in the kitchen. A lovely round rug lies under the kitchen table and hubby made several landscape improvements. A new pocket door separates the guest quarters from the rest of the house. Plus a new security system is in transit and a big cuddly blanket is on the living room sofa.
Socially, our life was a happy whirl thanks to old friends, Havurah Negila, hubby's new poker group, our Royal Oak neighbors and Temple Shalom. We are ending the year with a cruise with friends and even Christmas and Chanukah, normally times of strange melancholy, were the best ones we ever had.
It was a special year for me spiritually. I learned to read Hebrew (with vowels!) and am well on my way to acing my Bat Mitzvah next September. I expanded my Jewish learning thanks to teachers Sara, Larry, Rabbi Yossi and my own hubby.
Yet it was also a year of quiet contemplation on life and death, on love and loss, and on the beauty and faith and wisdom that comes with growing older...
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