I got home about 10 minutes ago from the first night Seder of Passover. The clock on my computer says 01:12. That's morning. An hour plus after midnight. So why am I not in bed? Well, I'll tell you.
If I were to try to go to sleep now, it would have to be standing up. When I lie down when I have a full stomach, I can't breathe. And I have a full stomach. Also, I ate a bit of chicken. After so many years, I can't remember the last time. Not even last year at the Passover seder. I had maybe three small bites. Then my mouth said "OK, that's enough!"
There weren't as many people as in past years, but it made for less crowded tables. That's good. There was food in plentiful abundance, so there's no way anybody is going to leave a seder table feeling un-full.
Lots of singing and chatting between reminders of why Passover. And lots of chatting even when the Rabbi was teaching. Some people don't have any idea what Sssshhh!!! means. I got irritated with a "gentleman" sitting at the table in back of me. I finally turned around, pointed at him and said HUSH! It worked for a while.
Anyway, I shared a table with friends, and gossiped and caught up on each other's lives. I see two of them during shul on Saturday, but for some reason we just haven't gotten together otherwise. One friend brought son, whom I had never met. And there was another young man--well he might be 40, but anyone under 60 is still a kid to me--whom I haven't seen for several weeks. It was good to catch up with him.
It was a good ending to a day that promised to be a total failure.
One of the templars to my glasses came undone. I know how to fix that, but without my glasses, I can't see where to put the teeny-tiny screw into the teeny-tiny hole. So I went to a place nearby to get that problem taken care of. Then ....
A month ago I ordered colostomy supplies. Phoned yesterday to find out why nothing was delivered and when would they be. Nobody knew nothin' about nothin'. After being shunted through this automated operator and that automated operator, I lost my temper. So, after getting glasses put back together, I went to the store that was supposed to pass on my order. Sure enough, there was no record of the order. The gentleman I spoke with today assured me that I would have my supply by Monday. I told him I'd better, because after that I'd be taping baggies to myself. With lots of tape. He assured me again. I wrote down his name, just in case.
So, being in the neighborhood of Costco, I decided to stock up on salmon and veggies. Just as I was getting out of the car, a nice man walking his dog along the driveway pointed that I had a flat tire. Flat? Like a mashed down pancake. That was the same tire that was two pounds low on Monday. It must have been pretty low when I left the ostomy place, so how come I didn't notice? Fortunately, there was someone in the tire department who would put on the spare. Maybe that's why I didn't notice a problem; there wouldn't have been anyone there who could fix it. Wouldn't you know, it was raining when we got out to the parking lot. Not a gentle rain. But rain in earnest! So he quickly put some air in the tire, then drove the car around to the service area.
One almost new tire I took from the Volvo before I recycled it was supposed to fit the Dodge. It doesn't. Of course it doesn't. Anyway, the tire guy put the regular spare tire on. Now I have to take the flat and get it repaired and returned to its proper place. But that's not the end of that tale. One of the lug nuts was broken (got broken), so the tire guy declined to put it on the stem for fear of breaking the stem, too. Informed me that I could get a replacement from the dealer. Dealer? Yeah, right. I bought the care used. So now I'm going to "my" tire guy and see what he can do for me.
Sigh.
So that was my day. And night.
Oh, and nothing in the mailbox except ads and a bill.
Bless
If I were to try to go to sleep now, it would have to be standing up. When I lie down when I have a full stomach, I can't breathe. And I have a full stomach. Also, I ate a bit of chicken. After so many years, I can't remember the last time. Not even last year at the Passover seder. I had maybe three small bites. Then my mouth said "OK, that's enough!"
There weren't as many people as in past years, but it made for less crowded tables. That's good. There was food in plentiful abundance, so there's no way anybody is going to leave a seder table feeling un-full.
Lots of singing and chatting between reminders of why Passover. And lots of chatting even when the Rabbi was teaching. Some people don't have any idea what Sssshhh!!! means. I got irritated with a "gentleman" sitting at the table in back of me. I finally turned around, pointed at him and said HUSH! It worked for a while.
Anyway, I shared a table with friends, and gossiped and caught up on each other's lives. I see two of them during shul on Saturday, but for some reason we just haven't gotten together otherwise. One friend brought son, whom I had never met. And there was another young man--well he might be 40, but anyone under 60 is still a kid to me--whom I haven't seen for several weeks. It was good to catch up with him.
It was a good ending to a day that promised to be a total failure.
One of the templars to my glasses came undone. I know how to fix that, but without my glasses, I can't see where to put the teeny-tiny screw into the teeny-tiny hole. So I went to a place nearby to get that problem taken care of. Then ....
A month ago I ordered colostomy supplies. Phoned yesterday to find out why nothing was delivered and when would they be. Nobody knew nothin' about nothin'. After being shunted through this automated operator and that automated operator, I lost my temper. So, after getting glasses put back together, I went to the store that was supposed to pass on my order. Sure enough, there was no record of the order. The gentleman I spoke with today assured me that I would have my supply by Monday. I told him I'd better, because after that I'd be taping baggies to myself. With lots of tape. He assured me again. I wrote down his name, just in case.
So, being in the neighborhood of Costco, I decided to stock up on salmon and veggies. Just as I was getting out of the car, a nice man walking his dog along the driveway pointed that I had a flat tire. Flat? Like a mashed down pancake. That was the same tire that was two pounds low on Monday. It must have been pretty low when I left the ostomy place, so how come I didn't notice? Fortunately, there was someone in the tire department who would put on the spare. Maybe that's why I didn't notice a problem; there wouldn't have been anyone there who could fix it. Wouldn't you know, it was raining when we got out to the parking lot. Not a gentle rain. But rain in earnest! So he quickly put some air in the tire, then drove the car around to the service area.
One almost new tire I took from the Volvo before I recycled it was supposed to fit the Dodge. It doesn't. Of course it doesn't. Anyway, the tire guy put the regular spare tire on. Now I have to take the flat and get it repaired and returned to its proper place. But that's not the end of that tale. One of the lug nuts was broken (got broken), so the tire guy declined to put it on the stem for fear of breaking the stem, too. Informed me that I could get a replacement from the dealer. Dealer? Yeah, right. I bought the care used. So now I'm going to "my" tire guy and see what he can do for me.
Sigh.
So that was my day. And night.
Oh, and nothing in the mailbox except ads and a bill.
Bless