Death Rehearsal, and the Plague that Keeps On Giving

In the spirit of atonement and not-a-once-a-year-Jew, I confess that I had the option to go to CRC with Avdi and E, and passed.  I watched it streaming from the comfort of home.  I even attempted to fast, until all my oldster “exemptions” kicked in!  Yay, raging sages!  Even then I made the minimal exceptions to take my meds and not feel sick.  Good thing I’m not superstitious anymore.

I did watch a relevant movie, “Oslo”, about the Oslo Accords, secret negotiations between the PLO and Israeli representatives on neutral ground in Norway in 1992.  It was the first time, albeit unofficially, that the two sides had even talked to each other in person, which had been impossible until then.  After finally getting over their mutual hate and distrust, they eventually hashed out a compromise proposal that they could present to their respective governments.  The film presented the two sides in a non-partisan, very human way.

Today I was supposed to go to Avdi’s, but at the last minute he found out Jess has COVID and he may have been exposed, so just in case, he had to drop me back home.  Now I just have to wait and see who tests positive.  This throws yet another wrench in Avdi’s overloaded life.  I told him, with the variety of more exotic medical concerns I may get diagnosed with, COVID is the least of my worries!  (JK.)  But it’s better to play it safe, I guess.  So even if I want to help out, I can’t.

I don’t even have any new photos to show for it, just these (invasive non-native) morning glories taking over my “patio”.  They’re a good metaphor for the fleeting impermanence of human life, which is what YK is all about.  A rehearsal for our death, and living fully every moment.  I still haven’t figured out how one does that while limited by income, no wheels, and a bum leg, but when I do you’ll be the first to know.


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