beetiger

I feel like I want to write here, just for the discipline, but I don't feel like I have a lot to say. Despite the fact that I'm right on the cusp of my life changing completely, everything feels extremely routine.

lediva was out for the weekend. We hung out and cuddled and I cooked a lot of meat and eggs for her and we got my car maintained and we saw a movie. During the week I go to work and try to tie up everything so that I can go on leave and then I do whatever I had planned for the evening and then I go to bed. If my hips hurt me, as they've been doing a lot, I sleep very lightly and have to walk around every two hours or so. If they don't, I sleep very heavily and don't remember my dreams. The baby starts moving when I stop.

I suddenly remembered the wonderful Jewish ethnic cookbook I have on Friday night, and it had a recipe for taiglach that I'd somehow never tried for the holiday before. I followed the directions,except I used hazelnuts and figs instead of walnuts and marischino cherries. It came out pretty much the way I remember it from the Italian-Jewish bakery near where I grew up, sticky and crunchy and so sweet you couldn't imagine the year coming up being anything but wonderful. It's the kind of thing you only want to eat once a year. My mother and I used to eat them together for the holidays, one of the things I remember doing only with her and not with my father or siblings (did they not like the treat? I can't remember.) When I told her I'd made one, she reminded me of the year she'd owned a candy store and had a bunch brought in for the holiday, and we sat and ate them one after another because they didn't sell and we needed to have them all gone by Yom Kippur.

There are still a lot of apples on the trees, and I can't figure out if processing them is Very Very Important or just something I should let drop from my list of obligations.

I need to send out thank you cards for all the wonderful gifts people gave us for our baby shower. It's not the thankfulness that's hard, or the writing, but the chasing down of people's addresses. It's a good start to doing the same for birth announcements in any case, but somehow it looms as a phenomenally big task.

I feel like pulling all my friends and family together into a big room with a fireplace and just sitting.