Despite it all (and there was a fair bit of "all"), a beautiful Purim!
Although there was a siren in the middle of the night, Shalom Shachne and I were able to get up and out to the neitz (sunrise) minyan.
Came home and made a nice breakfast of eggs in shakshuka sauce with feta and fresh herbs, Israeli salad, pancakes and fruit. The joke on Sunday was should people bother to make 40 mishloach manot food packages to give out or were we all doing about three this year?
We decided not to walk around to give to people. If people showed up at our door then we were happy to give our packages out. 20 ended up being just right.
This year, we gave out sparkly grape juice and dark chocolate bars along with donation cards to the organization Kedma which supports families who have a member serving in the reserves. They give out restaurant gift vouchers (double dipping because the restaurants are usually owned by reservists as well) and pay for therapy for children.
Penina led us in dressing up as the gang from Scooby Doo. We were outside trying to take our family photo when a siren went off. We decided it was very appropriate that our family photo this year would be taken inside our mamad. We did try again later and got a normal photo
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| Scooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne, Fred and the villain who "would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids" |
We went for our seudah/festive meal at our friends' house (coordinated with other friends who live two doors away that some of us at the first house would be going to the other mamad if a siren went off, since there were too many people to fit in the hosts' mamad). This was a nice touch of normalcy during my year of mourning for my mother, since Purim is one of the rare exceptions when I can go to a group event.
Before we left, I had an interesting phone call from Magen David Adom (MADA):
"Hello, you called for an ambulance?"
"An AMBULANCE?! No! Sorry! We're all fine! I'm so sorry for the confusion--Happy Purim"
When MADA called again later, I picked up the phone and said, "I'm so sorry for the confusion but we don't need an ambulance. Happy Purim" and the woman calling launched into a long spiel about....donating blood. Seems the first person had received the wrong info about why they were calling me and really they were calling to ask if I would make an appointment to donate blood *that night* (if nothing else I write gives you a sense for the seriousness of the situation here, the fact that MADA was doing an emergency blood drive PURIM NIGHT might do it).
So I ended my day donating blood (which I had wanted to do the day before but appointments were "sold out" before I could make one. People spoke of standing in line for two hours to donate)
| Velma donates blood |
One final Purim thought:
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