Oh, yes! Little Naomi, our tiny jellybean, so recently a helpless blob in a car seat, is about to go on her first date and have a family of her own. I will be the perfect mother-in-law…,
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T he phone call you’re waiting for is never the one that comes.
Sunday 7 p.m. It’s been three days since I called Breindy Krieger to tell her that yes Naomi is interested in going out with Avi and while waiting for confirmation I’ve cleaned out our walk-in pantry so that you can actually walk in consolidated the seven or so half-filled bottles of detergent in the basement and tagged a few recipes to try for their l’chayim. Just in case. “Don’t go so crazy ” Yitz gripes as he watches me polishing the menorah. “This is her first date ever! It’s bound to go badly.”
“You can’t think like that” I retort scrubbing at the curved branches that look more purple than silver. Each branch springs from a small ornamental design that probably looks really nice until you have to clean it. Which I have never actually done. In 21 years.
“You have to think like this could be the one” I continue frowning at the menorah. It’s not reflecting my face or much of anything. Perhaps I should reconsider Pesach cleaning to distract me. Or will that just inspire me to go back to the menorah? “If we think like that every time we’ll lose our minds. But at least our house will be clean.”
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