These high latitudes. Shabbat goes on forever. You have supper at the usual time on Friday night, and somewhat after bedtime you have a little snack involving wine and rolls. You have to wait until long past bedtime on Saturday to go to bed.
In between...there was no shul to go to this week, so I walked into town with my sister. It's quite a substantial walk and she'd normally drive, so it was nice of her to walk so that I could come with. We walked through a French market that was randomly in the high street (one of the benefits of living near the ferry ports) - memorable mountains of garlic. She was buying binoculars.
The garden here smells deliciously of honeysuckle - spent the afternoon reading trashy novels (got through four of them, that's what long shabbats do for you) and migrating between the rocking chair by the french windows, the sunny bench in the garden, and the nap zone in the bed. And watching the fish and playing with the gerbils.
In between...there was no shul to go to this week, so I walked into town with my sister. It's quite a substantial walk and she'd normally drive, so it was nice of her to walk so that I could come with. We walked through a French market that was randomly in the high street (one of the benefits of living near the ferry ports) - memorable mountains of garlic. She was buying binoculars.
The garden here smells deliciously of honeysuckle - spent the afternoon reading trashy novels (got through four of them, that's what long shabbats do for you) and migrating between the rocking chair by the french windows, the sunny bench in the garden, and the nap zone in the bed. And watching the fish and playing with the gerbils.