Today, though, we went to the beach.
Without the kids.
I'll say that again, in case you might not have understood what just happened here.
Josh and I left the house, together, to go somewhere, together and that going somewhere did not involve either of us heading to the hospital to have a baby.
Also, cooking for a three day chag is overwhelming, but when you are blessed with a husband who is happy with eating the same thing for all three dinners and who is also weirdly good at delegating cleaning tasks to the help (ha! I mean the children), you can leave the messy house behind and spend an hour at the beach.
We had so much fun.
Doing absolutely nothing.
We sat, and let our vitamin D-deficient bodies do their thing.
Don't tell anyone, but we didn't even wear suntan lotion.
It's like we were crazy 16-year-olds, or you know, 73 year olds.
One thing we did notice was the sand. Or non-sand. It seems the sand at South Beach in Staten Island has turned to gravel. See? Look.
It's all kind of fitting since Shavuot starts tomorrow night. One thing I will point out is that he did shave his long white beard, which makes sense because really, who said Moshe Rabeinu even had a beard. I think we Jews just kind of made that up, along with the whole absoluteness of wearing certain clothing to show that we are part of some very specific and insular community. But I won't go there, not today, that is a whole other blog post, possibly for a whole other blog. Today was for relaxing, and watching Moses walk down the beach, possibly looking for Mt. Sinai and also hedging his bets that he could cross into Brooklyn faster by foot than by taking the Verrazano Bridge. Seriously, what is up with that bridge?
And now we're back home, doing responsible things like picking people up from school and washing pots.
And cooking. Cooking is okay when you also get to go to the beach.
Wishing you a lovely and relaxing Shavuot, one where your heart, mind and soul are open to receiving the beautiful Torah, all over again, as if it were the first time.