Thanks for all the sweet notes about my grandfather. He lived long and richly for well over 90 years, and was still enjoying homemade cookies when R&I went to visit in early March, which is all anyone can really ask for. I led 285t for him at McMahan, which seemed like the right thing to do.
The conference in Massachusetts last weekend was great (although I would like to lodge a formal complaint about it always happening just long enough after WMSHC that I have to take two roundtrip flights to Bradley in less than a month if I want to attend both)... lots of energy and meeting people and hearing about the great work that's being done all over the country. I'm always bemused by the complaint that young people today aren't as active as they used to be... in my line of work, it seems like you can't turn your head any which way without spotting a crowd of passionate under-30s who are doing incredible social justice service and advocacy work on the ground across the U.S. I always come away from these conferences feeling like I do absolutely nothing with my life. (For examples, please refer to "AIDS advocacy training, skipping," or "plans this weekend, none," first paragraph.) In my ever so slight defense, I WAS in charge of the silent auction at a fundraising event last night for a local abortion assistance fund. It was a really nice event... as Graham said (ha, I'm so blogging his line before he gets a chance to), those abortionists sure know how to party! (Don't worry, Graham, that just means that all the crazies who sit around and Google "abortionists" will just be sent to our blog, not yours. Think of it as taking one for the team. Sorry, Rebecca.)
Also, in the world of culinary discoveries that nobody reading this really cares about, I finally figured out why my spelt bread has been so flat and ugly for the past month! [For those of you who somehow
Also related to bread, the fact that I have at least seven failed loaves in the freezer means this probably won't be the year I start getting rid of chametz for Passover. But I am excited about the seder that we're hosting next Saturday. Briefly inspired by Jenna, I was thinking about piecing together my own haggadah, but I think that's just too much for me this year, so I may just buy a few copies of the Leonard Baskin haggadah that Half Price Books has a stack of. Since we're the youngest of our crew, Richard will get to ask the Four Questions. Poor goy doesn't realize what a coveted role that is. I'm totally jealous.
Okay, I'm off to load the dishwasher. Happy weekend!