Hello Everyone:
A very productive day in the blogosphere. I posted a primary wrap up and the latest on a bill pending before the Michigan legislature that would alter a 1970 law establishing historic districts. All that and I got my grocery shopping done. As a reward, it treat myself to a small bag of Cadbury chocolate eggs. Absolutely delicious. Something about Cadbury, Sees, and Ghiradelli chocolates that just tastes so good. I think it's the recipe-milk chocolate not Dutch chocolate. Great way to treat myself. Anyway, mom has officially decided not to go to Israel. On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have to listen to all the anxiety. On the other hand, she's going to turn into psycho mom, like she usually does before Passover. She is quite determined to have a Seder at home, by herself if necessary. Fine. I might be so inclined to join her. I just wish she would find someplace else to go because I think mom would have a better time with other people around. I don't have the heart or interest for this holiday or any holiday. I wish mom would just understand that Passover or any holiday doesn't hold my attention. I don't like the pre-holiday stress, I can't stand the actual holiday so much that I can't wait for it to be over. This true of any holiday. I think the problem goes back to all those times I was forced into participating in the rituals. Operative word being forced. It's not like it was fun or interesting; just forced. I couldn't find any way to make it worth my time and no one made it festive. I just figure, what's the point? Since mom is planning to skip the trip, she's pretty much on her own.
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