Another Blog? Ma nishtanah ha layla ha ze?

Title: Inspired by Sema

I discovered the can of tomato juice on the kitchen table this morning with barely 1/2 cup was missing. "I think she was supposed to take a bath in it, Gilly. You didn't use enough." I announced in a somewhat accusatory tone. "She was turning pink," he groaned. "We used enough, trust me." Famous last words!

Various over the counter / houndeopathic alternatives have been suggested: Cathy Mott, my look alike, recommends baby shampoo and / or a product called something like Skunk-off (I forget the exact name). Gittit googled and uncovered a remedy reminiscent of those cool volcano eruptions my children used to love experimenting with (baking soda, 3% peroxide and water).

Gilly and Gittit hit the Cavendish Mall to stock up on supplies, only to arrive home to find that the pungent odour had dissipated. Even Grandma Shirley with her champion nose gave Liylah her sniff of approval.

We went out for Chinese food this evening (our last chametz hurrah). Upon return, we opened the door and immediately detected the familiar, unwelcome scent floating towards us. Tomorrow may turn out to be more of a wash day adventure than the cook-a-than previously planned. I better get the charoset ready tonight or we'll never make it across the sea.

Gittit swiftly bid us a good night. Next out, my one and only. He nestled into his delicious brown leather lazy boy, leaned over to pet his canine friend, and drifted off to sleep uttering, "She's such a good dog, even though she stinks." One thing I know for sure: I have enough jobs, thank you very much. Washing this gazunte hundt is most definitely not MY job. I'm planning to make up for last night's uneasy slumber as soon as I 'publish post.' Oops, maybe the charoset can wait until day break.

I spent today in a less fretful state than usual, knowing that Gilly would be in loving hands for the entire day; never alone. I'm quite certain that my husband's mind was equally at ease, assuming I'd be able to relax and simply do my job, worry free.

Gittit and Gilly dropped me at work and picked me up at my final destination so that they would have wheels to take them on who knows what kind of adventures. I seized the opportunity to travel from one day care to the next on foot. I supervise fieldwork students in 3 different locations in the same basic neighbourhood. To drive from one to the other is a snap; my leisurely stroll stretched out over 45 minutes. It was a decadent move on my part; oh so very pleasant. The extra time it took was extravagant according to current Cindy standards. I stole what felt like uninterruptible time to think, stretch my legs and soak up the sun on a magnificent spring day.

I will try to fit outdoor jaunts of this nature into my work day schedule more often. It does me the world of good, yet I rarely grant myself this sort of gift these days. I gave up my swimming and fitness classes when medical appointments took precedence. Recently, control over my own time has slipped from my grasp. Now that I've tasted the apple, I remember how badly I need exercise and alone time for meditation.

So Gilly, get those roller blade wheels greased please. Watch out St. Laurent residents; stopping on a dime was never my forte. Thanks for reminding me that I love to roller blade, Gittit. I may look ridiculous (and my children will attest to this), but it sure is exhilarating.

My seder cup may not remain half full tomorrow evening. I hear Eliyahou is back in town.