blue

Tonight is the first night of Passover. When I was a kid my mother prepared elaborate seders, and we would have guests, and the reading and prayers seemed to go on forever. My first time getting drunk was at seder, when I was young, maybe five years old. I am not going to a seder tonight. In past years my aunt or my cousin would have the seder, but this year no one let me know if one was planned. My father does not observe Passover; my sister will go to her husband's family's seder. So I feel a little blue, because the memory of our family seders, back when my mother was alive, are happy ones, and I wish I could relive them tonight. But I will try to be good and eat no bread this week. My gesture of compliance.