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Talk about home insanity- but we got through it and it went pretty well. I've certainly had more halakhic holidays and Shabbatot, but all considered it wasn't bad. After a very anxious Friday, in which I got not-at-all-enough done, Shabbat was spent mostly sleeping or in preparation/freakout for first Seder, at the home of friends' of ours from dancing. So it was them and their two children (older than me by a few years), Mom, Dad, myself. It worked out quite well- we made it through the whole seder, and they were sweet enough and flexible enough to wait to start seder until after Shabbat was over- although we'd been supposed to arrive at 7:00 (and actually arrived around 7:15). The seder itself was just about ideal: we went through the whole thing (or at least some of us did: the hostess started doing dishes and such shortly after the meal, and her daughter went upstairs. My parents quit somewhere after bentshing, but the host, his son and I finished. It was funny- the parts that I found the easiest and most familiar: bentching, hallel, nishmat were the parts that seemed like they hadn't seem them in ages for them.) Dinner time conversation was interesting too- the son and I (and my dad) discovered we'd all been to the same high school, and had the requisite humorous conversation about the chemisty teacher. Ahh, the bonding powers of Dr. Graham's class...
Second seder was even more anxiety provoking in preparation stages, as a. it was at our house, and b. my grandparents were coming. Or rather, as it soon became evident, my grandmother insisted on coming- my grandfather came at my grandmother's begging and pleading. He refused to eat, but managed to get himself intoxicated, or seem to, on carbonated grape juice. The stuff was entirely non-alcoholic. I'll never understand. The seder went off pretty decently- short on discussion, and significantly incomplete in the post-meal area, but it wasn't terrible. Much better than it might have been.
Today was very quiet- I was home alone, so I slept late (ok, 9:30- it's late enough, for me, especially since I went to bed early- probably around 11), read, hung around, read some more, and napped. I had no idea I was that lacking in the sleep department. And now, waiting up to call![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Second seder was even more anxiety provoking in preparation stages, as a. it was at our house, and b. my grandparents were coming. Or rather, as it soon became evident, my grandmother insisted on coming- my grandfather came at my grandmother's begging and pleading. He refused to eat, but managed to get himself intoxicated, or seem to, on carbonated grape juice. The stuff was entirely non-alcoholic. I'll never understand. The seder went off pretty decently- short on discussion, and significantly incomplete in the post-meal area, but it wasn't terrible. Much better than it might have been.
Today was very quiet- I was home alone, so I slept late (ok, 9:30- it's late enough, for me, especially since I went to bed early- probably around 11), read, hung around, read some more, and napped. I had no idea I was that lacking in the sleep department. And now, waiting up to call
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Actually kind of understandable -- my family are all tolerably familiar with that stuff, but I don't think we've finished a seder in ages, if at all. Everything seems to trickle off after the food. I read somewhere that Maggid used to be after the meal, but the Sages moved it up for exactly that reason. And we don't even use wine!
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