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hair bomb part 2-3.10.26

This morning’s bombing caught us all off guard.  We were in the middle of exercising at home, at the point where you begin to cool down, and once again, we had to run down to the shelter.  And as usual in the morning there were lots of passersby as well as the usual residents,  But then a neighbor who usually doesn’t make it downstairs came in with her son, and had to tell us all how she arrived in time.  A nice man helped her to the back of his four-wheel scooter and dropped her off in front of our house.  Her son, who was running behind them, photographed them, and I realize the kind gentleman was the very hairdresser who cut my hair yesterday.  

So the crazy stories fit together.  

The three other attacks were uneventful.  This afternoon the two sirens kept Ezi out of bed, and he really needs to be staying in bed. I hope we have time to recover.


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hair bomb - 3.9.26

Because I was anticipating the sirens at 2 a.m. all evening before they came, my sleep was too short to let me cope with the rest of the day.  The death of two citizens from cluster bombs made me very jumpy, and I became very anxious about going to the hairdresser.  

I went there anyway, and asked Amir where do we go in case of an attack.  “Over there,” he said, pointing to the sea-and-sun entrance.  “But you don’t need to think about it – they never come in the afternoon,”  he said, and began putting aluminum foil on parts of my hair.  

That was just before the sirens began.  I ran off before every one because I didn’t beieve I could move as fast as everyone else.  But I found myself following sign and lots of other people to another building, and after the next siren found myself unable to find my way back.  It proved 15 minutes too long for the color.  

I don’t know what happened to my hair witrh the second siren, or the  third – but I am now – after 4 hours – an exhausted redhead.


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No Time - 3.8.26

If you wrote me and I haven’t answered, if you called me and the line was dead, if I promised to call, to zoom, to whatsapp, please understand – Bombs take time.

I forgot to cancel a doctor appointment, to hold a zoom meeting, and I don’t know what else, today. I was busy running up and down the stairs running from the rockets, the cluster bombs, and whatever falls from the sky.  Sorry – today was one of the worst.  And its not over.

 

 

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we're in danger and we're not important - 3.7.26

I don’t know why it just hit me, but as I sat in the shelter at 3 in the morning I suddenly realized that the whole story isn’t about me.  I may be in a life and death situation, but the whole story is about China, Russia, amd the U.S. and world domination.  I’m just collateral damage.  So if my house blows up, or I damage my knees for life on the stairs, it doesn’t matter. 

Well, to me it does.

 

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opening up - 3.5.26

After three sirens last night between 2 and 4 in the morning, the announcement came that businesses could open if they had an accessible shelter.  To my mind, stunned from sleeplessness it meant that I could go to see the doctor I’ve been waiting for months for an appointment but I should really wait to cut my hair.  So, fearing the complications of getting caught in a siren, I asked Ezi to join me at the doctor and got all gussied up (actually only lipstick and mascara) and we went.  I figured 15 minutes to the hospital, 15 minutes at the efficient doctor and fifteen minutes home and back to the shelter.  

But of course there was a siren and we had to go to the safe room for the all the doctors on the floor.  This extended the time of the visit by a while but the good news and advice I got from the doctor made it worth it.

Because we wound up getting lunch ready at 3, we wound up rest for a nap at 4 but were interrupted by a siren.  So the whatsup  was appropriate  

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internet under fire - 3.4.26

There’s really nothing to do between the many rockets that are falling – After a few days of this, we’re a little practiced in this, and can race down to shelter without two much panic.  But I finding it hard to read or to do anything consecutive.  A good book would be wasted with all these interruptions.  So I started fixing this website.  It’s a long process because I made all kinds of mistakes along the way, and probably wasted too much money to make sure this is safe.  And I see now I missed lots of mail i may never be able to recover.  

However, what I have discovered is that the internet is an incredible patchwork of repetitious and conterproductive links, leads, dead ends, and dangerous monsters, and it has all been created by a billion teenagers who are trying to win something without letting others get in the way. 

It is very edifying and appropriate to figure out these mazes, and I’m proud that I’ve made a little safe corner for you to read these little missives. 

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what worries me - 3.3.26

Clearly I’ve lost my sense of what is important.  After the morning rockets I decided we had to go food shopping.  It took us a while to rest up after the run to the shower and the interrupted breakfast but we got out at 11, raced to the supermarket, and managed to get everything on the list, although I would have preferred going to the coffee store as well. 

But as we drove into the driveway, the warning began to sound.  And I stood there with my cart trying to decide what to do with the milk.  Fortunately I woke up and we raced with our cart into the hall, left the groceries by the door upstairs, and raced down to the shelter. 

What worries me is that there was a debate in my head to save the milk or my life.

And of all the links I’ve been sent, the one most important to me right now is about the chances of getting caught in the shower with a rocket alert.  

Then there is the matter of etiquette.  For example, with all the selection of broken and breaking chairs in the shelter, how can the comfortable ones be saved for the slow-moving octogenerians in our buildings?  People coming in from the street are of course welcome, but must they be directed to the broken chairs?  And who would do the directing?  

What do we do with uneducated guests who are running away from rockets in our shelter?  One neighbor educated three teenage boys who were ready to leave the shelter berfore the all clear warning because they heard so much Arabic in the crowd.  She explained to them that these were residents of the building and would be no danger.  I liked her kind explanation even though I entertained letting them leave.  Well, I would have chosen a different etiquette…


Only occasionally do I dare dip into the political questions

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