Much like the middle child, March is the forgotten month (at least for me) here in Silver Spring. Nestled between the dreariness of February's winter and the comforts of April's spring, March has no season to truly call its own, and brings us nothing but confusion. Is it still winter? Shorts weather? Do I still need gloves? Maybe just on one hand? Who knows???
But sometimes I value that uncertainty, because it keeps me on my toes!! I never bother checking weather.com in the winter, because I know it's gonna be cold as hell. But in March, well, it could go either way. How exciting! I was contemplating comparing this to Moishe House, and saying that my favorite part about MH is the diversity - of our housemates, events, community members... Every event and group of attendees is exciting and unique (like the snowflakes that may or may not be falling in March), and you never know what exactly you're going to get. But then I realized that was really cheesey, and besides, I'd be comparing MH to the middle child. We are definitely the oldest child. Actually, I'm an only child, so I don't know any of this stuff.
But I digress. Rather than compare March to MH, I'll compare it to the delicious Hamentaschen we baked for Purim, which was my favorite event of the month. G-d were they delish!!! And just like a day in March, you never knew what you were going to get. Poppyseed? Chocolate chips? Walnuts? Apricot? Chocolate chips AND walnuts (pretty sneaky, huh)? There's no way to know! I mean, unless you look at them before you eat...
So on second thought, maybe March should not be compared to Moishe House OR Hamentaschen. And I should probably never try to get creative again, or someone is bound to get hurt. Thank goodess I'm in law school, not writing school, and only have to write once a month...
Many Moishe House Hugs!
Aaron
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