Hurricanes, twisting, blowing, wet monsters, ripping into shore with an unpredictable force, leaving devastation in their wake.
Sometimes my mind reminds me of a hurricane...except the devastation part, of course. A whipping tornado of a storm that jerks from one path to the next in a frenzy of activity. OK, so I'm a little more controlled and organized than that, but inside my head, it feels like a storm.
Thankfully, we passed the Purim celebration on a successful note. I am happy to report that it went off without a hitch. Not every festival can boast of that, to be honest. I'd say the only thing that was out of sync was the wrong music in the boom box for the cookie walk - minor, to be sure, and easily remedied. And, I'm proud to say that I have filed the 'lessons learned' in the appropriate folders for both Tu b'Shvat and Purim; to the uninitiated, this is a worthy accomplishment and will be most helpful next year at right about this time.
Next is Passover...yep, the biggie. It definitely takes the most planning and prep of all the festivals in the Jewish calendar; guest lists and invites, menu planning, elements & seder prep, cleaning, cooking, traditions - oh yeah, it has it all! This year (and this is my own choosing, I know, I know) I have added in a little bit of singing and dancing for 5,000 just for fun - oh heck, why not? Live a little, right?
This coming week, much to my surprise, has nothing scheduled save for the mundane workouts and dance rehearsal. No chemo rooms, no doctors. No festivals or classes to organize or attend. Just empty calendar squares and homeschool. The kids will say it's boring, but I am looking forward to catching up on some down-time.
So, I'm sittin' in the eye. The rest of the storm is coming, and unless I miss my guess, the other side is usually a ripper, right?