I couldn’t manage to finish writing anything yesterday and left off in the middle of the peacock, who lives in Ashdot-Yaakov, as free as all the little kiddies running around on the green. He was not happy with us guests and wouldn’t stop screaming throughout the lecture, but everyone was paying attention to the words, while we always seem to gravitate to the animals and birds.
Why am I not at the Depeche Mode concert? I am broken-hearted but a little too fragile physically to go out in crushing crowds. Even though the songs have been going through my head all day and it is a really short ride to the concert. Rats.
I wasn’t entirely sure of my vulnerability until last night. We drove up to Ikea, which opens up a half hour after the Shabbat ends on Saturday night (it was around 9 p.m.), and watched the throng of people milling around the entrance for a full half an hour before we decided we just didn’t have the strength to face it, and went home.
Never mind, I hope to use the time well – I have a costume fitting tomorrow for a film I’m acting in and I have to find myself a pair of white stockings…
