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Apr. 3rd, 2007 03:57 pmMy phone has been ringing today. For some reason Tuesday is always busy phone day.
I'm all prepared for telemarketers - I intend to offer them Passover greetings and to ask how their seder went. I'm entirely prepared for friends who wish me seasons' greetings or Happy Passover and I wish them good Easter or school holidays or long-weekend-by-the-sea. I'm fine with interstate/overseas friends ringing about the Folk Festival: we've already arranged to have a meal together on the Sunday. What I'm not prepared for is the friends (note the plural) who ask if I'm going home for Easter. How can someone who has known me for nearly twenty years not know I don't celebrate Easter and that if it's already Passover and I'm not in Melbourne then the likelihood is that I'm staying in Canberra and not seeing my family for *months.* Not a wise question to ask me for the next few days. In one case the question was followed up by a "Have a Good Easter." I instantly put on a pot to make chicken soup. It's the emotional response to "Have a Good Easter." The witty response would have been "And I hope your Passover goes delightfully."
I've decided to revenge myself on a fickle world. If I'm going to be wished Easter greetings then I'm going to put in a plea for Easter eggs. Dark chocolate, please. Lots of them. My chocolate-eating schedule for the next week now reads kosher edelbitter for seven days then dark Easter eggs for as long as they hold out. Feel free to give them to me early. I can wait.
The fact that I can't eat them till the middle of next week is irrelevant. Fielding Easter questions on the first day of Passover from people who know I'm Jewish means I deserve nice Easter eggs. Lots and lots and lots of nice Easter eggs.
PS My guests last night got handmade Callebaut chocolate to take home. See, I deserve top quality dark chocolate Easter eggs. By the dozen.
I'm all prepared for telemarketers - I intend to offer them Passover greetings and to ask how their seder went. I'm entirely prepared for friends who wish me seasons' greetings or Happy Passover and I wish them good Easter or school holidays or long-weekend-by-the-sea. I'm fine with interstate/overseas friends ringing about the Folk Festival: we've already arranged to have a meal together on the Sunday. What I'm not prepared for is the friends (note the plural) who ask if I'm going home for Easter. How can someone who has known me for nearly twenty years not know I don't celebrate Easter and that if it's already Passover and I'm not in Melbourne then the likelihood is that I'm staying in Canberra and not seeing my family for *months.* Not a wise question to ask me for the next few days. In one case the question was followed up by a "Have a Good Easter." I instantly put on a pot to make chicken soup. It's the emotional response to "Have a Good Easter." The witty response would have been "And I hope your Passover goes delightfully."
I've decided to revenge myself on a fickle world. If I'm going to be wished Easter greetings then I'm going to put in a plea for Easter eggs. Dark chocolate, please. Lots of them. My chocolate-eating schedule for the next week now reads kosher edelbitter for seven days then dark Easter eggs for as long as they hold out. Feel free to give them to me early. I can wait.
The fact that I can't eat them till the middle of next week is irrelevant. Fielding Easter questions on the first day of Passover from people who know I'm Jewish means I deserve nice Easter eggs. Lots and lots and lots of nice Easter eggs.
PS My guests last night got handmade Callebaut chocolate to take home. See, I deserve top quality dark chocolate Easter eggs. By the dozen.