That was my name for today.
This weekend was the last service led by my congregation’s rabbi, who was essentially forced out (although some would say he quit, I don’t believe it). He and the rebbetzin—especially the rebbetzin—are the ones who brought me into teaching. I made sure not to miss services this weekend, and today was especially sad. The kiddush afterward was very long, and nobody really wanted to leave, but eventually, we all did. The rabbi and his wife are on the road to Columbus to visit her family now, and will ultimately settle down in Florida.
There was only one good note for the day: The rebbetzin told me she is encouraging her husband (strongly) to take a job that is not a congregational job, and if that happens, they will come back for my bat mitzvah. Now that I would like very, very much. The interim rabbi is a nice man and all that, but he hasn’t been my rabbi for five years. It won’t be the same with him officiating. So now, I have a little bit of hope.
Yesterday, Joseph G., one of her most difficult students, came of his own volition. She was deeply touched and honored. Joseph doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do. I admit I was shocked to see him there. Pleased, but shocked.
Anyway. Then home, then a nap, as I had some kind of stomach thing from last night, then on to Heidi’s for dinner-and. Just got home a little while ago.
There was no posting today, because I was out having a life. Rather enjoyable, albeit a bit sad.
I hope taking a break was at least mildly therapeutic. I wish it had been under better circumstances.