Being kinesthetic by nature, I was more impressed by the feeling of the event than the details of her talk, one thing I did hear and remember was that we must buy ourselves a new outfit in honor of Passover.
Today I did it. I was in Jerusalem to take my father to the hearing aid place. My daughter was in charge and dismissed me, telling me:
"Go shopping. Go to the shuk. We'll let you know when we're finished."
How could I refuse?
I found something on sale. It's the type of outfit I never could have worn before I lost weight.