At sundown, Passover begins. I waited until last minute to get my Seder ticket; I wasn’t sure since I caught a cold two weeks ago and was unsure meeting with a group again. I’m feeling better, mask mandates are a thing in Philly again, and I want to see some of my friends. Unfortunately, I missed the sale.
Panicked, I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt dejected and even told Tommy as much. I was already depressed and dear Tommy did everything in his power to make me feel better. If he comes over next week, we will have a Seder and I will teach him about Passover. He’d like that, he said.
I decided to reach out to a friend and she responded with kindness:
Huzzah! So glad I reached out and I feel grateful. The whole meaning of Passover is opening your door and inviting people to your table. Of course, it’s also the Jewish drive from bondage and slavery, but it’s also welcoming people into your life and your struggle.
I am excited to celebrate the first night of Passover with my friends. I can’t wait to share the holiday with Tommy too.
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Hi, Jessica Marie!
Yessum, with COVID stats taking a turn for the worse nationwide, mask mandates are going back in place. We have all proven that we can go with the flow. “If we must… we can.” I’m glad you are recovering from your cold in time to celebrate Passover. It’s nice of you to introduce Tommy to the Seder feast and teach him about the Jewish holiday. Your relation with him is characterized by teaching and learning from each other. That’s a wonderful thing. I’m happy to learn that you were able to obtain a last minute ticket to join friends in a Seder. I look forward to your report and pictures.
Have a safe and happy weekend dear friend JM, and please join me Monday, or in the days that follow, when I will be paying a birthday tribute to Shady Dell VIP Margaret Schneider.