This is the book about some of the Jewish elements that surprised us on a visit to Egypt. I cannot wait to return! Press the link and let me know how you like it.
the garages are closed for the holiday, so they won’t pick up my car until mid-april and i won’t get another pair of wheels until then. Don’t expect me out.
The worse part is that my chest hurts and reminds me of it every time i move, but it doesn’t show and actually i still can function if I need to. But i don’t want to.
In addition, I’m spooked. this accident that I could see coming but couldn’t prevent reminded me of our entire situation in the world.
I had a little discussion with an old American friend today who became anti-Israeli many years ago. And after her long empathic discussion of the victims in Gaza and Lebanon, she moved to Iran and how we started the war with them for no reason. So I went back to see what gave me the impression they wanted us dead. And they never say explicitly they will destroy us. The just say they want us dead, that we will not exist in 25 years – and put up a time clock in the square that counts our time left – and say death to israel and stuff like that. So many years of threats – and no one paid attention but us.
thank Goodness I was wearing clean underwear - 3.28.26
We smashed into a guy who ran a stop sign today, and my car fell apart. What’s more, the air bags didn’t open.
So after the pain in my chest and my neck didn’t diminish and even grew stronger during the birthday brunch for my friend, we decided to go to the hospital to see if no real damage had been done.
The tests took an hour, and the medical assistant, Aran, examined me thoroughly. But the head physician was too busy to free me to go home and that took an hour or two more.
Since then I’ve been sleeping.
what will happen when the next rocket comes? will I be able to at least go out into the hall or will I stay in bed with my chocolates?
Aran told me there was good news and bad news. The good news is that there seems to be no damage to my brain, and the bad news is that it will hurt more tomorrow. I had good news for him too, that his name is not only an honored name among the northern Druze, but also a name for a famous composer and a revered author.
This is our day to be targeted. Since 6:30 in the morning, after a very brief night, we’ve been running for cover every few minutes. Ezi naps between sirens but I’m all revved up. What will become of my fine china and my figurines? (you KNOW i don’t have any, but I love the image). More to come soon…
we’re just about ready to go to sleep, but where’s our missile? and will it tear through our building and destroy those who don’t make it down to the shelter? will we be the bingo. If, by some chance, they decide not to blow us up tonight, we might be able to sleep through and maybe concentrate on something else when daylight comes. Maybe even a poem.