Pesach: let's clean!

Preparations for Pesach are taking the country by storm. From shmura matzoh bakeries in Orthodox enclaves to pop up classes on how to make a seder relevant,
there are plenty of normal, Pesach-oriented activities to engage in. It's the quirky, little things that make me unbelievably happy. Today, while walking to the grocery store, I listened to an accordion band rocking out "Dayeinu" with a group of senior citizens in a community space over a convenience store that has more varieties of laundry soap than kinds of candy. I watched a woman in niqab hauling twenty kilos of matzoh in her grocery carrier down the street. I was politely told to get out of the way while the shop employees hauled in new shelving units to put kosher for Pesach foodstuffs out. I asked the woman at the counter, who always has a bedazzled hijab on, what was going on: "Pesach!" she replied, "No chametz in the store. It's good."

In other news, during Pesach, we'll be taking an "Armageddon Bike Tour" through the Jezreel Valley. Tel Meggido, here we come!

I rock at kindergarten

So, I should probably be a little better at the supervisory aspect of kindergarten than I am. Don't get me wrong, I managed to help keep them from shredding their tiny fingers during the Great Latke Making *&^%^&&^%^%$ of 2010, and I am faster than Usain Bolt when it comes to keeping them away from scissors. It's just that I cannot manage to stay focused when there are art projects around. Be it coloring, smearing clay onto paper, taping things together, stapling crowns, or smearing glue, I am sort of addicted.

There's a new section on one of the cork boards at the high school I work at: a display of my crafts from kindergarten. My high schoolers think I've officially gone off the deep end. This is actually a possibility at this point in the year.

Who needs a Master's degree, a B.A. and a B.S? WHO? I've got crayons, and I am set.