Keeping rowers' hours is an advantage when you're playing housewife -- not having
much of a domestic gift, playing at it is about as far as I get. By 7:15 this
morning, I had the brisket I'd started last night out of the oven, my bread set to
rise, the dishes washed and the kettle on. Shortly I'll go start my matzo balls,
then it will be time to punch down the bread, let it rise a bit more, braid and
bake it. After that I'll iron the tablecloth, go pick up dessert, then come home
and start my soup. Comfort foods, definitely.
Rudder will be home
before I put the bread in the oven, but after rowing 26 miles, I doubt he'll be
terribly productive. I sort of like him after these pieces, though. They're at a
lower pressure so they don't lead to headaches and a desire to go right to bed the
way races do. Instead he's keyed down a few notches, which brings him closer to my
usual weekend level of energy. He's there for desultory conversation and a bit of
snuggling, not rushing around to get things done as usual. It's
nice.
A happy and full year to you and yours, whether you are
celebrating this holiday or not. May the coming year bring peace to Jerusalem and
to the world - not the grudging peace of weariness and despair but a peace of hope
and rebuilding.