It’s all about a usual day for me. When the dental secretary called me the other day to remind me to come for my appointment, I answered, “What should I bring?” and she hasn’t been able to get over the fact that I broke her routine.
It is actually one of my favorite activities, ever since almost fifty years ago I came to the US Embassy library in Tel Aviv and told the librarian that I wanted to return these books. “Why?” He answered, “Is there something wrong with them?”
It made my day.
So I always like doing it to other people. Some guy calls me to vote for him in the party’s primaries and asks if I am for his platform. I haven’t been paying attention to the labor primaries, so I ask him what kind of car he’ll get if he wins.
“In July and August,” the German saying goes, “Only if you must.” But these weeks have been so busy that I’m even sleeping at night. First, there are guests. Second, the event on the 25 is so complicated it feels like a bar mitzvah. My musician disappeared and probably won’t return. My substitute musician is abroad. The invitations are something like Elaine’s Christmas card, except we’ll get it right before they go out. Please tell everyone you know so I don’t have to shlep all the wine home, and all this work won’t be for naught.
It is not as if there is no news to report. The papers are full of it.
We have a lot of ice cream chains around here, and when we went to meet some friends for ice cream in Ramat Hasharon we passed the most famous one, Golda. It was big and well-lit, with many many people.
We passed it and went to Fredo, which is small and modest, and a customer here and there. And OMG it was so much better.