davidfcooper

We had dinner at different friends' homes Friday and Sunday nights and a shul picnic Saturday afternoon; we enjoyed all three. By coincidence our respective hosts both nights are moving soon and each offered us books to help thin out their respective collections. Our Friday host is moving to Philadelphia to enroll in Gratz College to earn a Masters degree in Jewish education. Our Sunday host, mofic, lost her job and has to move back to the spacious co-op apartment she and her ex co-own and which her ex has refused to sell; sharing the space with mofic again may at long last convince her ex to sell (with the proceeds of such a sale each could buy her own apartment, and it would also help pay for their oldest child's final year of college).

Since I commenced my twice daily therapeutic regimen for lymphedema nine years ago we have mostly limited our socializing to a diurnal schedule which meant not seeing friends much. On Friday night we got home shortly after midnight and I didn't get to bed until 3:45 AM (it usually takes me close to four hours to get to bed); last night we got home about 10:45 and I went to sleep at 3:00 AM. Much as I don't like messing with my sleep schedule I dislike social isolation more.

This weekend was the 20th anniversary of Shoshana's working for the same boss (she's been with the same employer for 23 years), and to mark the occasion she spent this morning baking chocolate cakes she will bring to work tomorrow.