Day of the Splitting Sea

Its the last day of the holiday of Passover coming up. I'm so sad for it to go.

In a way it was loads of fun. The cleaning was not as hard -mostly because we had just moved, so there wasn't accumulated pockets to search through in the house. Each year we buy just a little more (permanent) things for Passover; I don't really like using those one-time use, plastic plates, cups, etc. We went to a bar-b-que, it was so American, the kids all tossed a football around --I haven't seen that in YEARS lol!

In a way it was hard. My heart was still hurting for the Christian Nigerians which no one seemed to care about who got slaughtered a few weeks ago. I couldn't even talk about it to anyone and the ones who were willing to hear me, didn't even know what happened.

I don't like getting the news.

Anyway, with Passover practically done (we have one more day of celebration. This is the celebration of the day the sea split. Woohoo! big miracle.) Now is the time of divestment. Of rectifications. I wrote alot about that last year and may repost it for this year.

I have what to write about but its all jumbled in my head at the moment. All the letters are begging to be the first ones out and I have to get them to calm down and come out one by one.