Aliza’s Long Day…

My mission this week is to come up with a schedule for myself or at least some sort of routine that will be bedeviled by my fibromyalgia.

I woke up so early this morning, I didn’t know what to do with myself. So, of course, I ended up watching Iron Man while I thought about it. Then I tried to sneak in a nap.

When that didn’t work, I walked over to my laptop, which I am all too obsessed with, and pounded out two big scenes for my book. Thank G-d!

Then it was off to the allergist to get the weekly shot that keeps me breathing. Fresh air and fresh pets, after all, aren’t good for these old lungs.

I had an interview scheduled in the late afternoon with Sadia Shepard. Her book, The Girl from Foreign, was published recently. Sadia was 13 when she discovered her grandmother was Jewish, raised in Bene Israel community in India. With a white Christian dad and a Pakistani Muslim mom that led to some interesting developments. Sadia’s book details relevant parts of her interfaith, intercultural childhood while chronicling her journey to India to make a documentary about the Bene Israel.

I gave Sadia my highest compliment which is that I took the book out of the library, read it mostly straight through one Shabbat day and now, I’m going to put out cash so I can own a copy of my very own to reread. I’m hoping to encapsulate my love for the book in a profile/review I’m writing for Interfaithfamily.com.

A pit stop at Barnes & Nobles heralded four more books to add to my writing instruction collection. Because when one has no idea what one is doing, one should seek elsewhere for direction.

And I even made (finally) to the Hebrew class held at the Atria, a home for older folks. I’ve been meaning to work on my Hebrew for, oh, the last three years. I dabbled in Israel and early on in my conversion but otherwise, my Hebrew skills have been on an extended hiatus.

So, did I mention THANK G-D for a day where my aches and pain allowed me to get so much done in one long day.

And with that, I better make sure I’m not burning the pasta.