Holidays

The first seder featured the plague of flying marshmallows, and lots of plastic bugs, not to mention amazing new uses for T-shirts, and more energy from the under -12-year-old crew than I would've previously thought possible.

The second seder went ok, despite my nervousness about leading. I'd forgotten parsley for karpas, and substituted scallion, which worked well. Mostly, though, it's a bit of a blur; I think I was far too keyed up to remember most of the details, though it was the first time the Simpsons were cited at a seder I was at.

The first of the middle days was also the day of going East (I never have understood that name). I was gifted with a box made of cloves and cinnamon, worthy of any Wise Man, and successfully foisted leftovers. Two thumbs up for Bend It Like Beckham, too.

Patriot's Day today meant a quick commute, with so few people on the roads. It being marathon day means that a bit of road I drive most mornings and afternoons was cured of its potholes, since it is on the race route. Now if the rest of the roads would follow suit...

Marathon remains

My drive home includes a bit of the marathon route. That section of road was littered with flattened green cups and blue cups, with the occasional water bottle thrown in for variety. They were pretty constant throughout, while at the water stations there were the additions of flattened sections of orange peel as well.

Most of the road had the faded remains of chalked messaged to runners, and there were banners along the way, some from corporations saluting all the runners, while others were homemade signs to cheer on runner # whatever.

The cleanup was already starting, with trash bags being filled, water stations closing, some of the roads no longer blocked. One man was raking cups.

I was impressed that there were medical personnel out on bikes, and surprised by all the fire engines out by the fire house, and dismayed when I saw soldiers in fatigues and dark berets, out there in Newton. I know they'd said there would be heightened security for the race (I'm not sure exactly why the marathon, as opposed to any other sporting event), but it didn't feel like I was in the right country just then.

Current Mood: frustrated my brain seems unable to iamb pentametrically without painful contortion