Because they promised rain today we postponed our nature trip with the kids and took them to the port to celebrate on pancakes instead.
And what happened? As soon as we got to the port, the rain stopped. We got to take fabulous pictures, eat pancakes, and run around – spinning dreidels and children with all our strength.
By the time we had to take them home, the sun was out.
so it’s Hanukah – and the kids are on vacation – and our calendar is doctor-driven – so today is our only day to see Omer and Tamar. Our plan was to go to Sha-ar Hagai, which has become an interactive museum since it is stopped becoming a way-place for the horses to rest on the way to Jerusalem. But we forgot that the kids need testing the morning of the visit, and testing won’t fit into our schedule, so we’re going out for pancakes at the port instead. The complications of random scheduling and changing rules and inclement weather make flexibility absolutely necessary. But it doesn’t necessarily make it impossible.
I told every friend who called me told that I was reading at the Yafo Arab-Jewish Theater at the memorial evening for Moti Geldman. “Who’s He?” they all said. And then we told the cabbie what we were going to Jaffa for and he said the same thing.
“People don’t really read poetry anymore,” I told the poets who showed up for the evening, and they absolutely disagreed.
After all, they were there to praise Moti who was one of the best known of all of us.
But the Jaffa Theater is worth any effort to go to. You may remember even I had an event there in the series Moti Geldman had arranged. Just the place and the goal are worthy in themselves. I think I’m going to do a series with them.