the night before pesach

[magid]

this year's was the best i've ever had.

lots of factors, including, in no particular order:

* my first painkiller-free day since the surgery (also needing to elevate the hand less while i sleep.)
* leaving work earlier than usual & getting in some last minute shopping (thanks, queue!)
* being the mellowest yet about what absolutely must be done, and what is merely preference (modified by the inability to do major cleaning)
* having a wonderful cleaning lady who knows how to clean for pesach
* having a great sister-in-waiting (hey, tigerbright!) who not only helped cover my kitcen surfaces, but hid the obligatory chametz in ... interesting places that made me laugh (1 tucked above a picture frame. 1 on the ladder she'd brought up to get my pesach pots out of hiding. 1 on the marble track magnets on my fridge. (!). etc.)
* being done w/ what i needed to do at a reasonable hour, early enough that i put things in the oven on timebake, & went off to her house, to keep her company (can't say i actually helped)
* and being out later than i have been much recently, and having a real raincoat to wear for the walk home (now if i could rewaterproof my boots, i'd be in clover...)

and teddywolf was home, and after the start of the from-scratch gefilte fish recipe (this impresses me - i'd never thought to attempt this as home), we played my first game of chez geek, which i think i'll enjoy more when not tired & allergic to cats...

Comments

[gingicat]

You forgot the one I hid in the Boggle set ;)

[treacle-well.livejournal.com]

You didn't!?
The hide and search for chametz ritual sounds like fun, and one that I, goy that I am, had never heard of.

[magid.livejournal.com]

i remember my dad going around the house with a candle, looking for the pices my brother & i had hidden. then in the morning he'd burn it, & say the 2nd declaration (1st being right after the search) in aramaic that any chametz (leavened foodstuff, in particular, unkosher for passover more colloquially) left unaccounted for (not sold/burned/given away) in one's domain (i'm lost in pronouns, couldn't figure out if it s/b his or my or what. too tired to be correct just now) is now ownerless, as dust of the earth.
for some reason that always resonates for me.

anyway. living alone, it feels stupid to hide stuff, then go look for it. once another friend who lived alone traded with me, but she went off, got married & moved away. so it was great that tigerbright did this for me :-) (and so creatively, too! all were in plain sight (helpful when looking by candlelight), but unusual places.. i had to be looking.)