Tuesday, April 11, 2006
So, it’s that time of year again. The time when we all come together to lean to the left and finish our glasses of wine. That’s right folks, it’s Passover and those of us not who are not members of the Jewish faith now troll shamelessly for invitations to Passover Seders. In my brain Passover has two meanings. There is the more conventional one that celebrates death passing over the homes of Jewish slaves while God punished Egypt for enslaving them by killing the first born of every family. Death didn’t visit their homes because they marked their doorways with lamb’s blood. For me, the second meaning (which I came up with last night on the treadmill) is far more practical. I began thinking about the holiday (it starts on Wednesday at sundown) and it came to me. Pass the matzo ball soup over here.
My Passover plans are not looking good. They look pretty bleak, in fact. It looks like I will be singing that song about the goat you buy for two Zuzim all by myself. How pathetic is that?