I miss it already

Pesach has only been over for a little while here in the disporia, but I miss it already.

If you knew me well, you wouldn’t believe it. Since I’m unable to eat the Pesach staple, potatoes, in the quantities they are presented to us during the Holiday, I found myself scrambling for alternatives at most meals. Between the late nights and deciding that I could survive a week without Pesach-dik sleeping medication, it was a tired and headache-y week.

I couldn’t write (not even for my homework.) Nor could I sew. Most of my friends were out of town. Sounds like a real treat, right?

So why am I crying? (Believe me, it’s not just a mound of dishes and the start of school on my mind.)

G-d gave us Pesach as a special gift. And I want it back! Incomprehensibly. In spite of everything. Though I look forward to a Mincha at school and I know good things aren’t meant to last. I still irrationally wish for just one more day. (After all, I spent most of the last ones in bed.)

Yours, incoherently tired and looking forward to Shavout,


A (great) long day

Due to ‘the ministry required limit for a private daycare’ or something along those lines, my brother’s special needs preschool can take him for half a day five days a week– three times for the morning and two times for the afternoon. Whatever the time, the kid has a ball and my mother gets a much needed break.

Today, just in time to kasher (think spot removal meets sanitize with corrosive chemicals) the kitchen, she got six full hours off.

Why? One of the kids in my brother’s class had already gone on vacation, leaving an ‘extra space.’

The wonderful staff volunteered to host him the extra half day so that he could attend the mock Seder. Beyond amazing!