I may not fast on Yom Kippur, but I keep Passover....(What this means, keeping Passover)
|Oh how I miss this place.|
|In the 90s we wore A LOT of gear!|
I meet a friend in Ft. Lauderdale for our spring breaks. We were both teachers. We are staying with my relatives so we did the first night sedar with them. The next day we go to the beach. Completely starving, we leave the beach after a few hours and grab lunch, 2 bites in, it dawns on me that I'm sitting in Subway.
In January of 2009 I officially, finally and for the last time ended things with my insignificant other and I went on a cruise after doing first night's sedar with Mom, Dad et al. I truly believed that G-d would get that I was exercising my freedom. While I wasn't giving up bread, I was stepping out of my comfort zone. I was traveling on my own and I was not going to see him. The original plan was to spend the night half way home, but I decided to drive straight through. This got me home about 12 hours earlier than planned. I opened my door and hear my dishwasher clicking and smell that bad electrical smell. My dishwasher had been stuck on a heat cycle for a week. The bottom of my dishwasher looked melted; the plates were too hot to handle. G-d didn't burn down my house which was very nice of him, but I did need to buy a new dishwasher.
On April 1, the second to last day of Passover...my condo building had a fire rendering it unlivable. I lost about 75% of my belongings. On day 2 of Passover I slipped and ate cookie dough ice cream. Went right back on the wagon...coincidence? IDK....
As an aside...OMG, this is blog post #13....Praying for an uneventful Passover 2014.