I would like to report that in honor of Passover, I was gallivanting around Baltimore wearing a matzoh bra made of matzoh brei and a pair of gefilte fishnets, but that degree of misbehaving simply was not to be today. The weather was awful – windy, cold, and raining – and I am still pretty wiped out from the weekend.
I did, however, flagrantly disregard some responsibilities today, all of which will be extra flagrantly regarded tomorrow, and I did it while wearing over the knee socks – blue argyle this time.
My flagrant disregard included stepping out this afternoon for a haircut, during which I may have fallen asleep. Since going short a year and a half ago I have developed a mild addiction to haircuts. They feel extra good with short hair – in part the reason why I loved shaving the bottom couple of inches of the back of my head in high school – and what can I say, the woman who cuts my hair has good hands. I decided to close my eyes to keep any little hairs out of the way and some one was talking about a Seder and then I was thinking about something having to do with standing outside of my car and how meaning is attached to words and what happens to the assignment of meaning when red has a conversation with blue and yes, I think I probably fell asleep.
Man, that felt good. Does anyone want to come over and rub my head for an hour or two?
The stuff I exchanged for the ill-fitting bras I received last week arrived today. Included in the package was, as I mentioned earlier, one of the best pairs of sandals ever:
… and along with that, a very real, very spatial reminder that it is time to clean out my closets. Regardless, I cannot wait to wear these.
So, that’s it. Also, I had some chocolate covered matzoh, which I need to not make again until next Passover, because it will take that long to be liberated from my craving for it. Sweet, salty. Let my people go, indeed.
