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Oh the excitement that comes with change. A somewhat long-winded change, but a good one nonetheless. The world is a happy place, albeit a cold and rainy one. I don’t really mind the rain that much, though, what with it being April and expected and such. We’re anxious to do some biking, though.

Passover begins Monday, but Adam’s mom is coming to town on Sunday. I think I should some research on what passover means so that when Adam’s grandmother starts asking me the ‘do you know what this means’ questions I can just answer. It’d make her very happy. I think she likes to think I’m converting. I don’t have any intention of converting, but hey, nothing wrong with learning about stuff.

I do rather like matzos, I must admit. And Challah. I love the Challah. Not a fan of all the rules about what foods can be eaten with what other foods (I like cheese with my meat) and what utensils can touch what plates and foods and so on and so forth.

This could probably be taken the wrong way, but upon reading more about Passover it occurs to me that these people are really excessively dwelling on the past. They have rituals to assure that they’re never allowed to let anything go. It makes me feel a little… well, sad. Dwelling on something that happened 3000 years ago seems a little bit obsessive. Reminding everyone how horribly your people were treated 3000 years ago is just… well… sad. If you can’t get over something that happened 3000 years ago, how are you ever going to forgive something that happened a hundred years ago? What about last week?

It’s just sad. I don’t think I’ll be sharing how I feel about that with them, though. I’m sure they’ll have many reasons why they remember these things. In fact, I think they’ve explained them before when I was listening. But I didn’t understand then and I don’t think I’ll understand now. I think maybe you need to be immersed in the culture from birth or something to really get it.

2 Comments

  • helene23

    April 4, 2004 at 12:33 pm

    My step father is a non practising Jew. So sometimes, I get to eat stuff I don’t eat anywhere, like Matzos. but he’s also Egyptian, so I discovered a lot of exotic foods, like stuffed vine leaves (oh man, so good) and Molokea (sp)…

  • helene23

    April 4, 2004 at 12:33 pm

    My step father is a non practising Jew. So sometimes, I get to eat stuff I don’t eat anywhere, like Matzos. but he’s also Egyptian, so I discovered a lot of exotic foods, like stuffed vine leaves (oh man, so good) and Molokea (sp)…