This is a first this season, I’m writing while watching the Met game. They are playing the Cards and winning 1 – 0. Alonso hit another home run. He’s off to the fastest start I can remember from a Met rookie to start a season. And now the Mets are losing 3 – 1 without a ball being hit very hard. Oy.
Last night was my one time all year I follow Jewish practice, I went to the Seder. I look forward to this, it’s Jewish Thanksgiving. My only family there is my sister Alison. It’s at the home of her old friends Louis and Sylvia. I’ve known them since I was a kid. They are my once a year family. Thanks to modern technology we were joined by Alison’s son, my nephew Max, and his three-month-old daughter Joanie via Facetime. Next year I want them on a big screen TV, not a cell phone.
I say this every year but we have the best Seder. We go through the meaningful rituals but also have lots of fun and silliness. Hitting each other with scallions while singing Dayenu is always a highlight as is the superfast rendition of Chad Gad Yaw. That’s when we call Max.
Louis and Sylvia cobbled together their own Haggadah. It emphasizes the themes of freedom, peace, and compassion to others. The story of Pesach is a tale of the mistreatment of refugees, a subject with added relevance today.
I’m not big on Pesach food with one big exception, chocolate matzoh. Alison always brings the best. I have one piece in my bag. Can I finish this before I go and get it? My money is on no. I win the money! As soon as I finished that sentence I got up to go to the bathroom. As long as I was up, I couldn’t resist the siren call of chocolate matzoh. Then I came back to the computer, ate the matzoh, and fell asleep. Not a little nod off for a few minutes but deep sleep. I don’t know how long but well over an hour for sure, maybe two. I hate when I get like this. I’m going to have to do a sleep study.
After the Seder I was driven to the train station along with Denny, Corinne, and Leah, my usual MetroNorth companions. This time we shared the train for only a few stops as I did something different. Instead of taking the express to Harlem and then the subway back home, I changed at Stamford for the local to Fordham. It got me home a little earlier, or maybe a little later, but it costs only a third as much. It’s the weird thing about MetroNorth, the last mile into Manhattan costs more than the rest of the trip.
So the Mets lost the game. Their star pitchers are off to a rough start. I’m expecting them to straighten themselves out. Of course by then some of their hitters will come back to earth. There is a lot of small sample size shenanigans going on.
Usually I follow writing with breakfast. Today I’m having dinner. It’s been a strange day. Just realized that as I fell asleep in the middle of the day you could say that I rose again. Quite appropriate for Easter.
The highlight of today was talking to Bri. It’s been too long. I’ve been saying that often about many people. I have missed three therapy sessions recently, that’s catching up to me. I was going to write things here that belong in therapy sessions. So even though I feel I should write more, I’ll end this here.
Wise Madness 