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Out Of Ideas

writers block, writing, blogging, writing inspiration, blog inspiration, writer, paper, frustrated The real reason why I haven’t written in the past few days – and why I have been writing less over the past few weeks – is that I have writers’ block.  Plain and simple.  I apologize.  Truly, I do.

So I am trying to think of ideas, but each idea is boring.  Or I’ve spoken about it too much.  Or it sounds too negative.  Or something.

I am my own biggest critic.

I think.

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Yesterday was [Shushan] Purim, for all of us in Jerusalem and a few other cities.  On Purim, people send gifts of food to friends.  In our opinion, this gets overdone a lot.  And, who needs a lot of candy that has to be finished within the month prior to Pesach?  No one, that’s who.  So, we don’t do candy.mishloach manot, mishloach manos, purim, shushan purim, purim baskets, purim basket, purim gift, purim gifts,

On the other hand, sending the same thing two years in a row is boring.  So I took someone else’s idea from last year, and we made a made a salad (lettuce, cucumbers, peppers) and salad dressing (creamy French).  We bought pita, put them in sandwich bags in pairs, and put each pair into a bowl (not disposable).  We wrapped them in cellphane, attached a note, and we were done.  Oh, and the salad dressing we put into disposable aluminum muffin pans (that’s what the store had) and sealed it with tin foil.

It was actually much prettier than I thought it would be, and I had wanted to take a picture.  But, guess what?  I forgot.  We didn’t have time, and then I thought we’d do it on the way to my cousins’.  And then I forgot.  Oops.  I apologize.  But they were beautiful.  Really.

The rest of Purim was nothing special.  Purim is not my favorite holiday.  A lot to do in one day, a lot of pressure, and it’s usually still during winter time, so the day is short.  And that is leaving out my least favorite part of the day, which I will not mention so as not to ‘hang our dirty laundry for all to see.’  Because my least favorite part of Purim is truly dirty laundry.  If you know what it is, shhh!

Dolls Drink, Too

doll, soft-bodied doll, cloth doll, rag doll, pretend play, playing with dolls, play therapyShlomo knows how to open water bottles.  Thank G-d, this is not a skill that he has transferred to other screw-on caps yet, because we have empty sugar jars that hold: brown sugar, white sugar, barley, rice, flour, and cocoa.  I don’t even want to think what would happen if he unscrewed those.  No, I’m not going to think about it.  No.  I won’t.  I won’t.  No.  No.  No way.

Anyways, yesterday was a fast day.  Since I was fasting pretty well, I decided to do some shopping for Purim, instead of waiting until the last minute (Sunday) and doing it then.*  So I took a big water bottle, filled it up just more than halfway, and put together a bag of stuff to take with us.  Then I went to the bathroom, took a phone call from Yitzchak, and sat down to wait for my neighbor, Y., who we were going to go with.

While I was talking to Yitzchak, Shlomo took the water and started to drink.  Mind you, I am pro drinking water.  But Shlomo has started to dump the water and play with it, and I just didn’t have the energy.  So when I noticed that he wasn’t really drinking, I took the bottle away, cleaned him (and the mess) up, put the bottle in my backpack and zipped it up.

Guess what happened next?  Yeah, that’s right.

He unzipped the backpack, took out the water bottle, saw that his doll was also in the backpack (we were getting ready to go, remember?), and took her out, too.  Then he went back to drinking water, while I kept an eye on him from a distance.

When I turned around two minutes later, I saw a large puddle of water on the floor.  In fact, it looked like almost half a water bottle’s worth of water (if you remember, I filled the 1.5 liter bottle up just more than halfway).

“Shlo-mo!  Oh, no!  What are you doing?”

I visually follow the trail of water to its source, Shlomo, taking in the extent of the mess.  And then I see that he didn’t dump it.  Or, at least, he didn’t dump it for the sake of dumping it, or for the sake of playing with it.

“Yeah?  Yeah?  Mmmm?”  he asks.  As if to say, “She’s not drinking it, can you help me make her drink?”

Because he wasn’t dumping water.  He had laid his doll on the floor and was giving her water to drink.  And since it wasn’t working, he kept doing it.  When I came into the room, he asked for help.

Doll was dripping (or, as I said, peeing, and we all know that too much water makes you pee a lot), and Shlomo was soaking, right down to his shoes.

Doll didn’t come with us – she went in the dryer with the white load that was already there.  And Shlomo wore his too-small sandals for the trip (not uncomfortable, because they’re sandals, but it makes me feel bad).

But how can I be angry that he gave the doll a drink?

 

 

*Jerusalem celebrates Shushan Purim, which is a day later than the regular Purim.  Purim falls out on Sunday this year.  We lucky ducks celebrate on Monday.  Since [regular] Purim on Sunday means that the fast day before it would be Shabbat (Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath), it was pushed up to Thursday.  Everyone fasts the same day, regardless of which Purim is celebrated in their city.