Purim is supposed to blow our minds a little, turn us inside-out.
Last night I dressed as "The Blues".
Today, I was a full-blown witch: black dress, black scarf, black stockings and lace-up boots; hair still streaked with blue, but mostly hidden within my tall, pointy black witch's hat with feathers. After shul, a friend and I caught up over coffee. Then I delivered some mishloach manot to other friends, and got to visit with one---where I received a call from the young woman I had invited to come with me to see the new film "For the Love of Spock". It seems I had not only forgotten to re-set the clocks this morning, but also my watch had stopped. That finally explained how they were so far along this morning in shul when I arrived.
There were some little bags of goodies waiting at my door when I got home---some with no infromation as to WHO had left them. Grrr. How do I know whom to thank? Yes, yes, ultimately all is from the same Source. Still I do like to thank those messengers who deliver G-d's goodies, with humor and love.
I think most of us heard the Megillah this year as a version of current events. The saving grace of that is that Good wins out in the end...sort of.
It was a lifesaving gift to live two consecutive days without email.
It feels like today was an additional semi-Saturday, needed recovery time from the prior week.
I can't quite believe that tomorrow is Monday---but it is. And I will listen once more to the radio's latest installment of the news, and hear in it our current version of the Megillah of Esther.