Pass-It-Over

How ironic that Passover is today and in the U.S. it is also Tax Day, which many would love to pass over, if you know what I mean. Not only is it a Holy day of the Jewish religion, it’s also a Monday, the one day many enjoy passing over if where they must go to earn a “living” is irksome at best, “Chinese Water Torture” at the worst. For others, it’s just another day in whatever Hell or Paradise their lives have become or always have been.

Well, chin-up my unhappy friends. You can always fall asleep at work like a few high profile air traffic controllers continue to do these days (there was yet another one over the weekend!) and end up on suspension so that you can crawl back under the covers of your slippery slope until someone decides if you’re worthy of another chance or if it’s time to send you to the big runway of the unemployment line.

Temple is another place to catch a few Zzzz’s were it not for the standing up and sitting down and standing up and sitting down part. But for those who observe this day, you know you’ll be having a huge dinner at someone’s home later on, flour-free, and beyond the juicy drippings from the brisket, you’ll be set for the next eight days if you stocked-up on Matzo/Matzah and lots of wine.

Yesterday I mentioned how pleasant it was that the neighbourhood in which I reside was extremely quiet for a change. Today, it’s as if everyone is either feeling the spirit of holiness and are praying rather than playing, or prepping to have a bout of hari kari fantasies as they sign on the non-dotted line of their tax return and place the envelope into the trusty hands of the postman/woman. It is so quiet here that I almost hear my own heart beating, which is a good sign, I guess. I’m still alive despite all odds but feel as if I’m in another Twilight Zone episode. Where is everyone?

Is it the calm before the proverbial storm? When most news programs and websites groan on about nothing very interesting, you know it is a strange Monday indeed. Didn’t anyone topple a country over the weekend? No earthquakes anywhere? No more Charlie Sheen-ism’s to #laugh about? Where’s Lindsay Low-Hand? Isn’t she supposed to be in jail by now – or something?

And, by the way, where the heck is that Egyptian cobra everyone was tweeting about a mere few weeks ago? Yep. That was another non-news cycle and the joke has lost its punch. We have to generate another collective laugh-focus, don’t you think? It’s no fun at all when the news is in such a lull.

#bored