I taught 3 units of Berlitz lessons: 9:00-9:45 and 10:00-11:30.
I took David, in the wheelchair, to an appointment with his psychiatrist today, and afterwards we went to Il Pentolino for lunch.
As the light was beginning to fade from our lovely valley, I lit Shabbat candles and sipped sweet red wine, and David and I ate a bit of challah to welcome Shabbat.
In the evening, we took a short drive up the Arava (at David's request), just to get out a bit.
צדיק כתמר יפרח, כארז בלבנון ישגה
שתולים בבית יי, בחצרות אלהינו יפריחו
עוד ינובון בשיבה, דשנים ורעננים יהיו
להגיד כי-ישר יי, צורי, ולא-עולתה בו
A righteous person will flourish like dates, like a cedar in Lebanon he will grow.
Planted in the house of the Eternal, in the courts of our G-d they will bloom.
Even in their old age, they will be green and fresh.
To proclaim that the Eternal is upright, my Rock, in whom there is no wrong.
[last verses of Psalm 92, for Shabbat]
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