Those Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer

The days of summer are just about history. With that comes new ideas, a few regrets, and some relief! I was thinking this morning about my enthusiasm level as of late. I always get just a bit unmotivated by the end of summer. I've still got books to deliver, apples and pears to pick up, and grapes to go purchase at the vineyard. So, obviously a lack of motivation isn't quite the recommended speed for the present time. Then, there is also the grand unveiling of the new online store, and the new look at the website. So, it's not that I'm not working, I just don't want to have so much to do right now! The weather is perfect for a play day and I just don't have time for one. I am looking forward to the High Holy Days. And even though they aren't about me, I definitely get a benefit. Double Sabbaths for the next few weeks and Sukkot! That means lots of outdoor time and I've noticed it's really pretty easy to hear G-d outdoors in the Garden . . . hummm, I believe I've read about that! You know, not to get all preachy here, but it was also a Garden in which Messiah gave up His Will to the Father . . . I do celebrate, frequently, the fact that I've been redeemed back to the garden. I still, however; have quite a bit to learn. I went to town today and finally got over the last hurdle I was dreading. Last week, I mailed some books back to my old synagogue, because I finally faced the fact, I wouldn't be back there in this lifetime and that was a difficult hurdle. One, because I'd had the books since I did the newsletter and bulletin there. Not that there weren't plenty of books there, but it was just the idea that they weren't mine and was kidding myself that I would ever have the opportunity to return them in person. So, did the responsible thing by facing reality. It seems no matter how old we get, when responsible and reality are in the same sentence, it still feels like a lecture at 14! Now, my last hurdle before the High Holy Days was banking business and I sort of dreaded that because my friend that works at the bank would have been privy to the upheaval here at the Homestead, and as we chatted, she very carefully did not cross any confidential lines, but she was indeed aware that there had been a parting of the ways. As we chatted, about other things and events in lives and families. I realized two things. The reason Soap Operas have faded away, is that everyone is living drama well beyond what the producers could create. And, two, there are couples now that just believe and swear beyond all reason that they are madly in love, regardless of the circumstances and I'm thinking it's more a matter of, it only seems like love, compared to the fact that everyone else is just burned out.