*"Fladidah" is how Little Bear referred to her home state when she was two: she was already at day care when my plane landed this morning, so I'll have to wait until later this afternoon to hear how she pronounces it now that she is eight months older.
** Happy Passover!
My flight from Tel Aviv to Atlanta was so boring and uneventful that I slept for about eight hours out of thirteen. The other five were spent seeking something good to watch or listen to on the non-entertaining entertainment system, and eating three undistinguished meals. I missed the translatlantic trifecta (Noorster, thank you for enlightening me): no very fat seatmate, no talkative seatmate, and no bawling infant or screaming child seatmate - in fact, no seatmate at all! The flight was not full. It wasn't so empty that I had a row to myself, but I would be happy to have my slim, quiet, childless row-mate on all future flights.
So here I am at Prowesslesslessness's home, waiting for him to finish making his special kosher for passover chocolate mousse so I can get in the kitchen to bake my special 10-egg matzo meal cake for tonight's dessert. Happily we're celebrating seder at their friends' house, so dessert is our only responsibility.
To all my readers who are not attending seders this year, do cultivate someone to invite you next year! Warning: communal seders are not necessarily as much fun, because they can degenerate into either bully-pulpits for longwinded rabbis or total chaos, but home-based seders with warm-hearted people are super. It's my favorite Jewish holiday, the first one I ever observed.