You’re supposed to see the stars from a sukkah – that’s one of the only rules. And you’re supposed to invite everyone. So we are spending a good deal of our time visiting and not getting to all the people we loved in time. And we’re too old to build a sukkah and invite everyone (Come to think of it, we’ve been too old for a long time). So we’re having a large portion of the kids over tonight. They’re all green – one set is out of lockdown.
I like the idea of ushpizin – of bringing people together, and I like the idea of placing oneself under the stars. And I like the idea of connecting with the idea of transience, not clinging to places or buildings. Says the person who chose to live in Israel half a century ago.
The last days of warm weather = last days of holidays. And as soon as the holidays are over the children go back to school. And as soon as the children go back to school, we old folks who are vaccine-challenged can start going out to museums and maybe even shopping. Of course, the kids will start catching the usual diseases including Corona. But we will start going out…
Yes, this is heartless, but it’s also heartless that we old people will be last in line in the hospital to be put on ECMO machines, to get treatment at all – so let’s be heartless for a minute.
And while we’re on the subject of medical treatments – we got flu shots today. I asked the guy who poked me to give me a written reprieve from cooking for a few days and I swear the needle shook as he tried to keep himself from laughing.
The sun kind of fell into the sea today around six-thirty. It was hard for me to tell the exact time because I was very busy with my first beer and almost missed it. And I didn’t even take a picture of the first autumn moon. It was a little weird anyway, some pieces of the circle hidden by clouds and making it look like someone was taking little bites out of the sides. It was even a bit chilly, for the first time since we started coming here regularly this summer, and I realized all over again that the whole ritual of sitting in the sukkah is kind of our last chance to mark this unique change of seasons.
There was a man at the beach with a lulav and etrog, and Ezi refused his request to bless them. “I’ve had enough of blessings, of having them forced on me,” he said, speaking for so many liberal Israelis. But I felt blessed all the same.
I keep getting letters and pictures from all around the world – friends who are traveling, or who found new homes far away. One sends a sukkah from a monestary with a cross in the background, another from a field of pomegranates in Majorca with a message from Buddha. And yet it is about sukkot. how inclusive this holiday is, how it incorporates the world and all religions.
we’re not doing well with sukkahs this year. oh yeah sure, my aging friends are trying to keep up some tradition and maybe we sit on their porch under the pergola. But the prayers and the thoughts and the discussion has nothing to do with the holiday. I’m not complaining – we had a wonderful evening last night, but I think we’re really too old and tired to build sukkahs and get the kids the bring chairs and furniture and arrange a discussion about transcience and the need to understand that houses, like the houses of worship, are temporary – that only the lord is permanent. and all that. the kids want to stay home and play video games or skate board. We used to have semi sukkahs – and actually we wanted to eat under our car port with the idea that we could watch the full moon rise and feel the movement of the skies, but we’re at the point where the effort of convincing kids to help out is too much…
so we’re having dinner at home with friends and tomorrow at the beach
When we heard how miserable the kids were in isolation after they’d made such elaborate sukkot plans with their class trips, we decided to try to alleviate their misery with a tepanyaki. It may seem completely ridiculous, but our hopelessness is in so many directions that anything is a diversion.
For example, friends write me constantly about how bad the Palestinian situation is, and even those who are physically endangering themselves to protect Palestinians and to work for an independent Palestine register their sense of the impossibility of their situation – unless of course, they manage to destroy us totally.
And we’ve been trying to get hold of a tepanyaki for months. Also unsuccessfully.
My poor grandchildren are in lockdown – I don’t know the details yet but the vacation they were planning for the holiday is now cancelled and the untrained puppy who was going to keep us grandparents occupied this week is suddenly staying home. Since we can’t go out anyway with all those holiday vacationers, it means I’ll be getting some work done….