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⚡ April 22, 2016

A Rustic Seder 🍞

The Seder table, pre-set.

The Seder table, pre-set.

The Passover dinner is bubbling on the stove and I am sitting on the couch across the big room, surfing the web and feeling guilty that I’m not over in the kitchen cooking. I’m sitting on the couch because I was feeling guilty, while cooking, because I wasn’t working on my renewed Cleaning House project, which is chugging along nicely. It’s hard to set priorities when you don’t know what’s what. That’s the beauty of an outside job with a real live flesh-and-blood boss. He or she tells you what to do. The truth is you’re never really sure what you should be doing when you are working for and by yourself.

I’m the worst boss ever. I should quit myself, but that’s been difficult. Meanwhile, soup is simmering and still needs some tending; the table needs setting, and my own sense of self-worth needs to be repaired, but in a boro kind of way. I need to be writing. Do I need more radio? I don’t know. It really depends on how the writing is going, and the writing depends on the structure I’m trying to build.

I’ve been working on this since my early toolkit attempts to leave a crumb trail for anyone who is interested, but so far, I haven’t been able to make it really interesting. I’m still working on it … but I’ve been working without a feedback net for a long time, so progress is spotty.

Now, I go and cook for a bit. 🐔