On Friday I ventured into Philadelphia for the abbreviated Shabbat and the handing out of the Shabboxes.
I was one of the first ones to arrive, at 4:30, Mallory and I wished each other a Shabbat Shalom, chatted for 10 minutes, and then she handed me a Shabbox. I told her, “Thank you. It was nice seeing you, if only for 10 minutes, and I can’t wait until we can gather again in person.” She smiled and said, “Yes!” I did add that I do love the Zoom chats, and I am grateful for them.
I went to Barnes and Noble next. Bought my first Torah, another religious book, then Prevention and Poets & Writers magazine. As I was checking out, the skies opened and it was pouring.
I noticed everyone congregating into Barnes and Nobles and as I went over to the magazines, I noticed Mallory and another young woman standing outside. They waved to me and I went outside to stand with them, socially distant of course.
As I was standing with the Shabbat group, I was too nervous to ask for selfies. Yet, after my purchase, we chatted and laughed as the pouring rain came down.
Since the Challah wasn’t GF, my parents said they had it this morning and it was delicious. I found GF Challah bread dough; I want to order the pan and I’ll make my own that I can eat. I haven’t had Challah bread since my diagnosis.
The Happiness Box Project 