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!
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