it is 9:30 a.m. in the holy city of zefat. I just got finished picking up discarded props and costumes from the garden where there was a karaoke Purim party last night. I ended up having a full 11 people at my table. I was able to find last minute guests. I panicked a bit that I didn't have enough food so I started cooking another pot roast and another package of chicken wings. I shouldn't have because there was plenty of food left over as the kids weren't interested in eating.
it's all good. I have less work to do today for Shabbat. the house is clean and I just need to make some fish. I will rearrange my Purim closet on Sunday. we were winding down our meal when my kids came home. I was pleasantly buzzed from the sangria and helped them find costumes. my friend's kids were very well behaved. it was a sunny day and all the kids were playing downstairs in the yard. I put all 3 doggies on the porch because I couldn't stand listening to the barking.
one of the guests was a 3 year old girl. she and the granddaughter hit it off immediately. they were so well suited to each other. neither one has a sister. it was a pleasure not dealing with the kids. my young friend was happy being downstairs with two young ladies. the daughter-in-law was also pleased being with her own age crowd. they all left early in the day to do all sorts of fun Purim activities so I was free to do my own thing.
I got to hear the megillah without any distractions and I got to set my table as elegantly as I wished. no paper plates this year. I set out all of my real dishes and glass wine goblets. clean up was arduous but I was still under the influence of the sangrias so I was happy. I went downstairs after my guests left and joined in on the barbecue. they had lamb chops and steak and all sorts of sausages. I didn't eat a lot but I did taste everything. my son and a friend finished off a bottle of jack daniels. they weren't the worse for it. they were very freilich.
Purim was really a pleasure this year. every one got to do their own thing. everyone was in their own groove. everyone buddied up. I sang show tunes with a gal pal. I felt no pain. everyone had a blast and now I have to go downstairs and be with the kids for a while. Shabbat shalom!