It looks like lots of the old favorites are gone, have lost in the primaries, or are demoted to lower positions in the parties. It’s not necessarily better, or worse. But so many changes have been worse lately that we tend to expect that things can’t get better. Me, I worry more and more about Putin, nuclear wars, and worst – losing my friends.
It’s finally happening. After at least 15 years I have managed to convince Ezi that he will not paint the living room himself …eventually. And a wonderful painter arrived today. Last night at Manta Rei softened the blow, and we hope to make it back to the beach this afternoon. The beach really is a curative to the mess we have created and the fact that it is all my fault.
We usually go to the beach and bathe before sunset and then we have a snack and go home to sleep. But the innumerable Arab families who bring tables and chairs and barbeques and boom boxes come a bit later. Rarely have I managed to engage any one in a real conversation, but that’s more because I’m shy and passive. (I know, you don’t believe it, but it’s true)
Tonight I will make a special effort, because the need is so great. It always feels fake and insignificant, but it isn’t. One on one relationships have an effect as well as peace arrangements.
Why did we start this mess to begin with? We seem to be claiming that we succeeded very well, but It’s just going to flare up into a much bigger conflict. I have a feeling the whole thing was politically motivated to give the interim government a little show of strength.
And I’m not happy about the Labor party either. When I voted in the primaries today I got the feeling the ballot was rigged when I got asked if I was m/f. There were a few other questions like that – I wanted to slap the makers of the ballot. And I may quit the party at long last.
PRT? post-rocket trauma? I can barely get out of bed today, much less take on some of the tasks I promised to finish. I tried to do a facebook event for the 25th, https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10161894307223712&set=gm.383585530557766 here
but I made one mistake after another, and really screwed up people’s names, languages, etc. It turns out I also insulted a few people who thought I was asking them to serve food when I thought I was being cute.
Who else feels like a motherless child? I certainly do.
We know it’s getting closer and closer – the rockets falling in populated neighborhoods. So far, no one is really hurt but it’s going to happen soon. Sometimes I remember my neighbor in the Gulf War who had a target painted on her t-shirt.
It would really be nice if the Islamic Jihad agreed to a ceasefire – they are the ones who are suffering losses because of their misfired rockets. The Egyptians have proposed it – but who knows who is listening. Until now the only proposals from Jihad have been for time to refill their rocket launchers. I think it isn’t a wise agreement for us.
My friends on zoom complained that I said there were over 400 rockets on us, and they didn’t hear one in the 2 hours we were shmoozing. That’s only because we’ve narrowed the range of the sirens to the specific targets of the rockets. My grandson sat on his balcony yesterday and saw lots of rockets blown up in the air, but the neighborhood itself remained quiet.
I just realized I haven’t worn pajamas for three nights.
And now they’re saying there’s going to be a ceasefire tonight, But it is clear that there’s going to be more for a while – guys who lost a friend in the fracas and need to revenge him, for instance.
over 180 rockets fell in this country since yesterday evening, and the south is suffering most of these. But we’re still readying for more. I may go down to clean the shelter later, but I want to get lunch ready for the kids, some work ready for tomorrow, and, of course, keep the television on for the news. It changes from minute to minute and should not be ignored.
My left eye is still not working. my cataract guy is coming back in two weeks and i’m okay except i’m not getting these invitations out. maybe all I need is a vacation. or a climate change.
but there is so much to do I’m not paying attention to the fact that the whole Gaza strip (our side) has been under lockdown for days and they’re not saying when the end will be. This is either signalling some operation on our part or a big scale attack on their part. It’s a very iffy time, and I’m worried about my fonts.
It’s not surprising that I can’t concentrate on anything in this heat – no one can. I can’t tell you how many times waiters have messed up my orders, how many times my friends complained I missed our engagement when they were the ones who messed up the dates half the time.