Look, this was in my local paper today. They’re exhibiting — and SELLING — original artwork by Dr. Seuss, this Sunday (Purim, that is) at the White Plains library. Whimper whimper I totally need some original artwork by Dr. Seuss. NEED. Accepting donations now.
I think Dr. Seuss is totally perfect for Purim, by the way. Could there be any better example of ונהפוך הוא than some of his surreal landscapes, etc.? Different worlds in which nothing appears to make sense and yet in which an invisible hand is directing all? ”A shoe on the wall, shouldn’t be there at all.” “But be glad! Wacky Wednesday will soon go away.” (Yeah, that would be nice….)
So here’s some proof that my son is a boy. Ready?
Last week he was running around the first floor racetrack, pushing one of the girls’ doll strollers with a doll in it. (RS had brought them up from the basement playroom.) Suddenly he stopped, removed the doll, dropped it on the floor, and continued running with the stroller. G cracked up laughing. “That’s right,” he said. “Get this thing out of here! I just want the thing with the wheels!” (The Boy has NO interest in dolls, by the way. Since he was less than a year old, he’s shown a powerful affinity for balls, but dolls may as well be invisible. He’d be sitting in a room packed to the gills with baby dolls and stuffed animals, and he’d take no notice whatsoever, but his eyes would shoot like radar beams towards the one ball-shaped item in the room, even if it was in the far corner and buried under a stack of things and virtually undetectable by anyone else. He’d point to it and shriek. “Ball! Ball!!” He did this with the globe, and with a light fixture, as well as with actual balls. He’s since taken some interest in stuffed animals, but generally only the very very large ones that he can body-tackle.)
There have been millions of stories like this over the past year plus, and I keep forgetting to write them down, so there you are.
I didn’t make pancakes this morning, by the way, because my family let me sleep until 10:00. 
Boy did I need it. And there are now hamentaschen baking (mmmm), but I had nothing to do with that, since first of all I reaalllly do not like baking hamentaschen (in fact I don’t really like baking anything except perhaps the occasional banana muffins and one particular chocolate cake, but I especially dislike baking hamentaschen), and second of all I had the job of watching the Boy while everyone else was baking. Heh. By which I of course mean, being repeatedly assaulted by the Boy. But mother of all things holy, he is so cute.
There’s a lot of snow outside, by the way. I like snow days, and I like when Babysitter Allison’s planned illegal* weekend getaway is canceled so that she’s forced to be with us on Friday afternoons, just as God intended.
[*Illegal according to the Law of Miriam, I mean. My guess is that other (evil, depraved) systems would have let it go.]
Anyway, Shabbat shalom and Purim sameach, if I don’t show up before then. Baruch Hashem we have our seudah at Aunt C’s house again this year (speaking of things that God intended). I expect to be even more emotional this time around, if such a thing were possible (heh), on account of my kid having had a stroke and stuff, and how that impacts my reactions to present, past, future, family, God, people, places, things, life, death, etc. Too bad I’ve sworn off drinking.
Have a good one. 
