Suddenly a bunch of mechanical things need to get fixed. I suppose it helps get my mind off of loftier issues. The water heater is showing moisture around its base. Checked with a plumber neighbor and sounds like a new one has to be gotten. Irving, my ancient car given for dead, might have his exhaust pipe cleaned after another neighbor said doing this revived his own car. This comes after an antique car person visiting a neighbor showed interest in the not quite antique vehicle. Probably worth a shot. Then an old root canal with an apico done some years ago should be extracted, I think. Even my electric waterpic is acting up Mercury is going retro on the 5th of March for a long time and is supposed to be badass so trying to get stuff done before. Yes, I pay attention to this. With a grain, but give it respect.
Then I read recently in a writing by a rabbi about a Jew who was being extricated from Spain in the 15th century with his wife and two kids and there was a plague on the boat. The captain dropped this man and his family off on an island, his wife died, he passed out and when he woke up his kids had passed, and he said basically to God 'although your trying to turn me away, I still believe in you and am still a Jew.'
Are we really supposed to be that tough? After everything is that what it comes too? I thought I could let in softness, wisdom, some ease and grace and flow. Well, the above story caught my ear so apparently we're supposed to be everything. Day to day we don't know what is called for. Nothing is off limits. No expectations, day by day. Each day stands on its own.