we would have loved to enjoyed the negev in the sun, but it is even more exciting in the rain. The only problem is getting out of bed at home and packing. Thunderstorms always remind me of Chaucer’s Pandarus who advices the lovers he’s matchmaking, “This is good weather for sleeping in.’
The decision was made long ago – we were going with friends to a great hotel and take treks into the desert.
But the friends had to cancel and we didn’t make the cancellation deadline, and so we are all paid up for a weekend. And now it’s raining. One does not trek in the desert with the threat of rainstorms and flashflooding. And with limited wifi we may have to wait until I get back before I can tell you about the fabulous time we had in a nabatean village.
Maybe we needed to celebrate the release of the Israeli couple from Turkish jail. Maybe we were celebrating our new Tesla. Maybe we just wanted to visit with good friends. In any case, we found ourselves this evening at Maris, a Turkish restaurant. We’ve been there many times before, and know the possibilities and limitations of their menu, and keep coming back. It’s a kind of homey place, with limited niceties – like new silverware with each course, and water-on-demand, but the food is good and the place is crowded.
Still, I would really like to be able to go to Turkey myself and enjoy the real thing. Israelis love Turkey, and visit there a lot, but until we can be immunized, we’re sticking to places in the Negev or up north.
It has been years since I’ve been on a train, so forgive me if I wax overly enthusiastic about my encounter with public transportation today. Although it’s more than a twenty-minute walk to the train station from my place, and it took forty minutes to Ashdod, it was an amazing joy to ride on the train and watch the highway right next to me – a literal parking lot. “I could have been in one of those cars,” I thought, as I leaned back and plugged in my phone.
It does no good to blame the government for its encouragement of sales of more and more automobiles. “Where you see jams, I see overpasses” he is said to have said, and built those overpasses with the tax money from car sales. It does no good to be happy that the policies have changed and roads are being narrowed to allow for bicycle lanes. We still have to get from here to there, and I for one do not dare to endanger my repaired limbs in streets that intersect with bicycle lanes. And public transportation is still in its infancy here. We have a few years to go before the holes in our streets are filled with subways….
Yitzchak Abergil was convicted of murder today. Head of a crime syndicate he was accused of numerous murders.
The thing is – I ran into him a number of years ago – or rather, he ran into me. The road was slippery in the rain and when I stopped for the light, his motorcycle slid into my new PT Cruiser. Boy was I mad. But within minutes he won my heart, and there was no immediate damage. So he left me with his name and number and asked me to call if I found anything wrong. When I saw his name, I decided not to call – but I went away stunned at the polite and kind gentleman who ran into me in the rain and did everything to soothe me and make sure I didn’t get wet.
As if we needed proof that the Maccabis won over the Greeks, we have a new discovery today. The Jerusalem Post screens the Greek fortress at Lachish that was destroyed by the Maccabis. Click here for it.
As you probably have heard again and again, one of the aims of archeology in this country is to prove that the bible is history. And it keeps happening. You dig where the Bible says something happened and you discovered that indeed it happened. It is quite amazing.
This year we decided to take a break from the Israel trail, even though there are most likely many discoveries to make. The problem is we have to hike to Jerusalem and it is very high up. ..
It isn’t shown live on tv, thank goodness, because then everyone would be playing to the audience. With everyone knowing someone who is involved in the trial, and the natural drama of the event, it would be the greatest show in town. And this morning is probably the biggest drama yet. Whether it’s Nir Hefetz or Hadas Klein – two witnesses in different cases against him – today will prove to be a gamechanger. Wish there was nothing to reveal, but fear the worst.
tomorrow this place will be cleaned up. At last, I’m including someone who knows something about websites to give me some advice about how to make this site more readable. I know I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me, but sometimes housecleaning is beneficial, even if I lose that old spontaneity in my writing, I may become more readable.
But first, a final kvetch. Not only did my laptop give up the ghost today, but also we got stuck in a traffic jam that was undeserved. Here’s the background:
Somehow both Ezi and I contracted a fungus in a toe. Well, with Ezi I’m sure it was related to his chemo and I caught it from him. Tired of unsuccessful creams and drops he got hooked by a tiny ad online advertising laser treatment, and dragged me with him. To the fourth floor of a delapidated building that had a very superficial face-lift. When I got there I felt like I was in some chinzy fortune-teller’s waiting room, and even though the machines looked real, the women with big turbans seemed to have nothing to do with laser surgery. We signed up for 10 guaranteed treatments and have now finished 5, but I still feel like it’s totally fake and the cream they give us to use twice a day we have labeled snake oil. I grumble all the way there and always feel I deserve a lollipop after they burn the nail over and over. The fact that this treatment seems to be working is irrelevant. I want to get out of there, go home, eat an outrageous dessert, and forget I was ever there.
But then there was this traffic jam. A fifteen-minute ride dragged on for over an hour, and now instead of cleaning up my website I need to take a long and thorough bath.