I have so many posts that I want to write. I’m going to write a post about the Super Bowl promo that the cast of The Big Bang Theory did. (I wore a football uniform that did not involve a football skirt since they don’t exist.) I’m going to write a post about where I’m at in this divorce mess. I also am going to write a post about what it’s like having a fancy assistant.
For now, however, I’m not going to write those posts because I continue to have tendinitis and now it’s in both hands. So Fancy Assistant Brandon is typing while I dictate and while he’s a very good typist and pleasant to be around, it’s really a major bummer to not be able to use my hands.
It’s good that I made hamantaschen last weekend for Purim. It’s good that Passover is a month away and prematurely grey hand therapist thinks I’ll be able to cook and clean for Passover. However, it should be noted that prematurely grey hand therapist doesn’t know how much cooking cooking and cleaning this mama likes to do for Passover. I’m sure I’ll tell him all about it in the next month.
People are already telling me to do the following things: get one of those fancy voice activated dictation apps, hire a cleaning lady, hire someone to cook for Passover, go away for Passover, run away from my life and never come back. Some of those suggestions I like more than others, but I will refrain from going into detail and I’ll leave it up to your imagination.
For now I need to finish this week of work. I am spending Shabbat with my boys and with friends. We are being fed all of our meals, we will go to synagogue, we will have lots of play time, and I hope my hands get better. Sunday we will go hear the megillah and go to a carnival in our family-themed Purim costume. We will enjoy the holiday in all of its chaos and merriment. Next year I hope I am well enough to host a seudah and I hope that Purim next year won’t be filled with a sense of dread about if I will be able to prepare for Passover.
There is still so much to be grateful for and I’m trying hard to remember that. Purim is the holiday of transformation and revealing what is hidden. May it be so for all of us. Chag Sameach.
