Shut Up

Shut up, just shut up, shut up...  Just thought I'd begin with a Black Eyed Peas song that would speak to how we're all feeling right now.  But apparently, the three-week fast from blogging left me with a desire to gorge myself upon the wonderful buffet before me.  And as everyone knows, when you stuff your face after not eating for awhile, unpleasant consequences can arise - AKA I have diarrhea of the mouth.

Anyhoo, moving away from metaphors relating to gross bodily funcitons, let's talk about inspiration.  I haven't got any.  Well that was a short conversation.

Lemme explain.  No, there is too much.  Lemme sum up.  Shavuot is in about 5-6 weeks, and I have had approximately zero ideas about the decor for the feast meals.  ('Decor' needs the little accent thingy, but I don't feel like trying to figure out which ALT+ key combination makes it.)  I was hoping that my little excursion to Arizona would inspire a flood of ideas, but so far the only idea I've had is that I really like calla lilies, even if they don't survive the Arizona summers.  At first glance, it may appear that I actually have plenty of time.  But when it comes to "creative" things, I can never have enough.  This is because my creativity is notoriously unreliable; it tends to go on vacation just when I need it most.  Then I end up rushing to get things done in time because I didn't have any ideas until the night before (this is a common theme in many areas of my life).  It's as if my genetic code forbids my brain to exert any energy on specific tasks unless the available time drops below a certain point.  Fortunately, these procrastination genes (I think they come from my father) include a marvelous gift in the form of "last-minute panic".  It's often the only reason I get anything done.

Consider this your warning that you might come to Shavuot and find the same decorations from last year.

Cripes, that was me "summing up"?  Imagine how awful the full explanation would be.

(Black Eyed Peas)