Karen (estherchaya) wrote,

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Purim Ramblings (part one)

So if any of you have read cellio's entry on Purim, some of this will repeat itself, but I'd still like to record it for myself as well....

I haven't really enjoyed Purim since I was a kid. I mean, hamentashen are okay (I never realized until a year or two ago that I actually liked them because I'd always had icky ones), drinking isn't so bad (though I'm not generally a drinker), groggers I'm not so fond of, but they fit the spirit of the day. But I'm not one for dressing up and aren't there enough holidays in which you gorge yourself?

Monday I returned from Florida exhausted and drained from my grandfather's non-funeral. My plan had been to head straight to my dad's house, feed the animals and then race to shul to hear the megillah reading. Seth left the back door unlocked (he had my only key which I would retrieve from him later that day) and a note for the teenagers that check on the dog in the afternoon not to lock the door. Silly me, I figured they could read. Needless to say, I got to the house and couldn't get in. One snafu down.

I whizzed home, still under the delusion that whizzing was possible on the beltway during rush hour and that I'd be able to get home, get the key, get back, feed the animals, and make it to shul. Needless to say, that didn't happen. A second snafu down.

I did make it to the megillah reading, but not at our shul. But at least I got to hear it, albeit alone. Well, I wasn't alone, there were bunches of people I didn't know there and I was tired, cranky, and not especially sociable.

cellio came down Monday night. By this point I'd made it home, albeit still tired, cranky and antisocial. I was so pleased to see that my sweetie (sethcohen) cleaned up the living room a bit. Far better than I would have done if I'd been left to my own devices. Monica arrived with her friend Gail around 11pm. I was tired, but so glad to see them. We had a few snacks and chatted for about an hour. It was good to have been able to spend some quality time with them since the next day was so hectic.

Monica and Gail left around midnight and I said a sorrowful goodbye to Seth and returned to Crofton, land of pet- and house-sitting. I had every intention of getting up in the morning and going to Tikvat Israel for the Megillah reading at 6:30. But, since I didn't fall asleep until about 4am, I called Seth at 5:15 and told him I wasn't safe to drive. Turns out he didn't go either.

So I lounged around my dad's house until about 10:30 when I left to head home before heading over to Harold's Seudah.

Details of the festive meal to follow in Part II of my Purim Ramblings. For now, I'm going to attempt that whole sleep thing. I haven't been sleeping very well, so we'll have to see how well that works out.

More later!

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