Warning: The following post may exceed the recommended daily allowance for hyperbole. Proceed at your own risk.
As every desperate/bemused/frustrated/resigned (pick your favorite adjective) Israel parent is well-aware, Chodesh Irgun is upon us.
So, why haven’t I mentioned this important fact, you’re no doubt wondering?
Two reasons, really.
a) It’s kind of hard to mention anything, when one is busy neglecting one’s blog.
b) I figured that by now, I’d pretty much said everything there was to say (and then some…) about Chodesh Irgun.
But then yesterday, a miracle happened.
Yes, a miracle.
Right here in TRLEOOB*.
First, a quick refresher for those who – for reasons best known to themselves – have not committed every single word I’ve ever written to memory. (But if you consider yourself to be an OurShiputzim expert, please feel free to skip ahead…)
As I noted in my original post on the subject, the Call is when the madrich/madrichah (youth group leader/counselor) calls (hence the name) each of the chanichim (youth group members) to arrange who will bring what to the seudah shlishit.
Without fail, the Call arrives about an hour before Shabbat (when no one has time to run out and go shopping, even if the stores weren’t closed) and involves the most random items (which the typical family rarely stocks in their pantry).
If you’ll kindly consult your calendar, you’ll see that yesterday was a MONDAY – i.e. many, many, MANY days before Shabbat.
Yet, amazingly, it was, indeed, yesterday when one of the Shiputzim daughters got the Call from her madrichah!
And as if the Call’s timing wasn’t shocking enough, the Shiputzim daughter in question was merely asked to bring a bottle of drink and a can of pickles - neither of which is remotely obscure or exotic.
In fact, I’m sure you’ll agree that this means that TRLEOOB* now qualifies for a recitation of שעשה לי נס במקום הזה (“Blessed is… the One Who performed a miracle for me at this site”)…
*TRLEOOB=the real life equivalent of our blog