We have a neighbor from hell. I’m serious. She is the schizophrenic daughter of a schizophrenic holocaust survivor, but much starter. And she began stalking us, ringing the doorbell incessantly, and talking incomprehensibly but incisively. Ezi listened to her a few times and was unnerved. So I offered to cover for him, and I really regretted it to such a degree that I was unable to function afterward.
I took all the poems I wrote about the war and made a collection today. Some of the poems were published in Tikkun or Maiyan – jewish publications. Anything else I’ve tried to publish this year came back – usually very quickly and usually with no explanation. I’m used to rejections – it’s why I don’t send out more than half a dozen poems or articles a year – but usually they take a few months to answer. Now they’re coming back so fast I have a feeling the files have not been opened. Maybe I should get a gmail account under another name and see what happens….
It doesn’t much matter – I’ll keep writing anyway – but it does indicate what’s going on in the world.
But I need to point out to you that I live in a heavily populated area, as do many others here, and I can’t be very far from a military base, right? I mean this is a tiny country. I might as well put a bulls-eye on my t-shirt.
The rockets falling all over the north north wake my friend in Tiberias. But by the time she manages to get her pants on, it’s over in her area. What a holiday.
Thank goodness the people in Metula managed to get together a symbolic parade of tractors and first fruits – if only to show that a tradition of more than a century and a half is continuing.
The ten commandments, the story of Ruth, the parades of tractors with vegetables in Metula. What joy this holiday once brought us. What joy it will bring in the future! For now, we must endure.
We had one day of celebration about the 4 hostages we rescued. Then we started worrying about the propaganda they might have heard. And we’re beginning to pay attention to the fact that we’ve emptied out the North of people from October 7, and the damage of the incessant bombing and the human neglect is irrevocable.
My friend from Metula sits in her room in a hotel in Tiberias – her Parkinson’s isn’t improved by the fact that she doesn’t have the heart to do her exercises after hearing the daily news. Every day the mayor tells the residents what the damage is, whose house has been bombed, what farms have been destroyed. I have to go up there to see her but Ezi had a mole taken out of his shoulder today and can’t drive and I’m a little scared of driving myself.
This sounds silly but not doing this one little act makes me feel like I’ve screwed up the one little task I can fulfill to alleviate a situation that is affecting hundreds of thousands of people.
It got me thinking about Mark Twain. He wasn’t talking about the Jews, but it suits the situation:
“Behold, the fool saith, “Put not all thine eggs in the one basket” – which is but a matter of saying, “Scatter your money and your attention”; but the wise man saith, “Pull all your eggs in the one basket and – WATCH THAT BASKET.”
I would not be surprised if these freed hostages haven’t been brainwashed. Would you? Watch a different channel see a different truth. What do you think would happen to you if you were living with the enemy for 9 months?