We aren't having a seder.
We aren't going to a seder.
We are doing none of these things because last night after posting in her blog, Yrs. Truly thought, "I suppose I should figure out when Passover actually is and invite some people over and figure out whether or not I should toss the Cream of Wheat." and then promptly started watching a movie with Mr. Yarnpirate, got distracted and forgot all about it.
And um. That whole, having the seder thing? That'd be tonight. Yep. The calendar says so.
It should be noted that while I have at least four hagaddahs, the Santa Cruz Hagaddah, one that I can't read that is entirely in Hebrew, a feminist goddess oriented hagaddah and one for kids, I can't find any of them except the Hebrew one. WHICH DOES ME NO GOOD AT ALL. Because I can't read it.
I hope that G-d forgives me. I'm sure that G-d knows I'll be thinking about being free and exodus and slavery and all that even though we have no seder plate, no brisket, no chicken, and no bitter herbs and also the house is full of Barilla pasta that I got on sale for $1 a box, not to mention all the Cream of Wheat.
It is possibly ironic that I have all the stuff to fill Easter baskets in my closets and I got that all sorted out about a month early. Please note, we don't even celebrate Easter, I just really like the idea of egg salad and all those malted chocolate eggs, and baby rabbits signify Easter because apparently they stuck the cross into a rabbit hole and the brown of the chocolate reminds us of the death of Our Lord because it's the same color of the wood on the cross and the baby ducks are.... and also, I am on the moon, with Steve. And I was dead at the time. ciao*
Right then. My point here is, I'm completely unused to thinking in terms of the Jewish calendar. I'll get the hang of it by next year, I'm sure.