April 9th. Day 24.
The past two days have been Passoverrific. So much matzo and awkward stomach noises and feelings.
Like so many of my friends and family, the giant seders of years past were gone. We ate at our modest kitchen table. I still spent the time to set everything up. It was calming, even if Little E gave Big E a bloody nose in the midst of my preparation. I pulled out the plague props, a favorite of the Yoys, and the subject of the Sunday school zoom class fiasco. I pulled out the fancy wine glasses. Even for the boys.
And the main event...
True story. Like two weeks before the sh*t hit the fan, I cleaned out this closet by our garage door which is our dumping zone. We have no basement, so I try to cram as much crap in here, until I can't. And then I have to clean it out. There was a bin of "outside" toys. I had a giant ziplock of sidewalk chalk that the boys hadn't touched in years. And I pitched it. Ugh.
As soon as school was called I went onto Amazon to order sidewalk chalk. It was already sold out, so I bought drawing chalk. The delivery time was sometime in April. I actually thought that by the time this chalk got here, they'd be back in school. Feel free to take this moment to laugh/cry together.
I immediately got to work on my sweet-a** tiger. I was very proud of my work. Especially since my artistic abilities had been buried for so many years.