The Seasons, They Go Round and Round
We’re Captive on a Carousel of Time
Ah, but where does the time go? It seems not even a year ago that I was making Passover puns in poor taste…
…probably because it wasn’t even a year ago. Sometimes seder has to be moved up a few weeks, to accommodate world travelers. And–as Joey pointed out–it’s usually “a bit more reverent.” Listen, we do what we want.
But oh, we have fun.
Except…except this year’s (early) Passover seder turned into a metaphor for my life:
Everyone was having a good time eating and drinking and wanting to dance all night, but then they all got distracted talking about relationship troubles and babies and the seasons of our lives.
And I still just wanted to dance.