Bad Girl
I have not been so good with the updates lately, partly because I am SOOOOOOOOO TIRED when I get home, and partly because my life is boringly not-unpleasant these days. I did promise to let you hear the library at lunchtime, though; it's here. Turn up the volume.
I'm re-working the library website at school, which is interesting and keeping me occupied, so that was good today.
Big weekend coming up. K turns 25 on Friday, plus Sunday is Easter at the IlS. Going for brunch this year, which means noon; I have no faith whatsoever that the SIL and her family will be there on time. But at least we won't be driving north on the Parkway in all the traffic after dinner.
So, my baby is 25. That's very weird.
And tonight is the first night of Passover. We don't do anything to observe it, but it was so my favorite holiday as a child, a family dinner with Grandpa Sam center stage. It was never about the religion, or even the food, which was ordinary; it was about him. Ah, he was the best.
And so we wish each other a zissen Pesasch, a sweet Passover. Even now, it feels somehow good to know that once we were slaves and became free. There is always hope, and a sweetness to a holiday that commemorates that as spring brings the earth back to life. And for me, memories of Grandpa Sam singing the prayers; Grandma Ida bustling around the table; awful, super-sweet Kosher wine; collecting my little reward of a dollar for bringing the afikomen, the ceremonial matzo, back to the table (kids have to steal it and adults have to ransom it back to continue the service); and tipsy Grandpa laughing all evening after the seder was over and we were singing Had Gad Ya and Dayenu, both of which, now that I look back, were clearly drinking songs, since the tipsier you were, the funnier they got. Next year in Jerusalem! we say at the end of a seder, but my hope for next year is to be here with my family, and with you all.
Ooh, seems to be maudlin day here at the Chai's. Speaking of which, l'chaim! (To life!) And good night.
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Happy Passover, Does one say that?
ReplyDeletezissen Pesasch! to you!
ReplyDeleteI never thought of those of drinking songs; they are songs that appeal to kids. then again, we tended to drink the minimum of wine. It made dad sleepy, as it does me, and my mother was usually too busy to sit down and drink much.
ReplyDeleteIn later years, when we grew a little more sophisticated, my uncle -- or my brother or my son -- would bring a drier kosher-for-Passover wine. And my husband always disliked it; he likes the heavy sweet wine of long, long ago.