Friday, April 30, 2010

Hoarse

I haven't had much to say lately. Partly that's because I've either been very stressed out from work or sick on my back with a nasty sinus infection that led to laryngitis. I need to find a better way to deal with stress.
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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Kitniyot on Pesach

I finally remembered how I got JV to admit he loves me.

Over Pesach, while we were at Liberty Island, JV and I had a disagreement. I was convinced that Liberty Island belonged to New Jersey. He was certain it belonged to New York.

"Care to make it interesting?" I said. A crafty look entered his eye.

"Sure," he said. "If I'm wrong, we won't have kitniyot on Pesach ever again. If I'm right, we'll eat kitniyot every year."

JV thinks the kitniyot ban is ridiculous, but agreed to abide by it this year for my sake. Foolhardy soul that I am, I agreed to his terms... and lost. Ellis Island belongs in part to New Jersey, but Liberty Island is entirely New York's.

"You have to eat kitniyot for the rest of your life!" gloated the children. (They're not particularly good winners.) Periodically, M2 would ask, "Does she really have to eat kitniyot for the rest of her life?" He has a non sequitur habit of asking questions related to discussions that took place hours, days, or weeks earlier.

JV kept saying, "Yes. She has to eat kitniyot on Pesach for the rest of her life."

Later, I asked him, "Do you really think we'll still be together next Pesach?"

"Hopefully," said JV.

"Does that mean you love me?" I asked coyly.

JV sighed. "Yes," he begrudged.

"Say it," I demanded.

"I love you, Ayelet."

"Again!"

"I love you."

So I guess if all goes well, I'll be eating matzoh with peanut butter next Pesach. And serving hummus at the seder.
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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Forgot to mention: The return of BPMS

I forgot to mention that I had a bad attack of Bipolar Pre-Menstrual Syndrome again. When JV got quiet Saturday night, I assumed that meant I was getting on his nerves and he needed space. On Sunday I decided to apologize to him for having been overly clingy and annoying.

"You haven't been clingy and annoying," JV said, raising an eyebrow.

"But you were so quiet last night," I said. "When you got quiet, I thought you were annoyed and needed more space."

JV raised both eyebrows. He looked as if I had suggested he needed more back hair.

"Why did you think that?" he asked. "You weren't talking either. I thought you were tired, so I left you alone. I wasn't annoyed at you."

"PMS," I said grimly. "Also post-relationship stress disorder. Whenever G.I. Josh got really quiet, it never boded well."

"I'm not G.I. Josh," JV reminded me. "Seriously, Mara..."

"WHAT????" I shrieked.

"AUGH!" shouted JV, sounding like Charlie Brown.

I guess it had to happen sometime.
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I'm still here

I've been utterly exhausted, commuting two hours between JV's house and my office due to the renewed rat infestation. I went home yesterday, and all appears quiet. Hopefully I'll get back into blogging again soon. Let's see if I can summarize the major events of the past month:

1. JV and I successfully hosted Pesach for his parents, babushka, sister, and kids. Everyone ate what I cooked, more or less (M2 did not like salmon loaf, although M1 did). After the sedarim, JV and I took the kids to the Empire State Building, Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, and the Bronx Zoo. We seem to be getting along pretty well.

2. JV admitted that he loves me. Not voluntarily. I forget how I cleverly weasled it out of him. But he loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah, so that's good.

3. I was trying to find a client's parole officer and was calling the different bureaus without success. Nobody answers the phone. The P.O.'s are all out making surprise visits and checking up on clients. So I decided that somebody would surely answer the bureau chief's phone. I did not think that the actual bureau chief would. He did, and now I have an appointment with him on Friday to promote our dual diagnosis program. Which is good, because the executive director of the agency wants me to be talking it up and seeking more clients.
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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Rats

I was too busy during Pesach to blog, but everything seemed to go pretty well. We took the kids to some nice touristy spots -- Empire State Building, Ellis Island/Statue of Liberty, Bronx Zoo. He admitted that he loves me, and I was overjoyed.

Then I came home, took a shower, and saw another rat. Now I'm back at JV's, commuting a hellish two hours to and from work. Friday afternoon dashing to catch the bus from the George Washington Bridge terminal (it stops near his house, unlike the Port Authority buses, but only runs every 40 minutes), I tripped and smashed down on my knee.

It's fun being with JV, but I can tell that sometimes I get on his nerves. I guess that's only fair, given our history. I can't expect him to adore me the same unquestioning way he used to. Now he's more like a regular guy in a relationship, so I'm trying to give him a little space.
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