with the new government, I thought the left should be celebrating, but when I looked out the window, it was the extremely religious who were celebrating on the street.

they must know why they are celebrating. But I hope their demonstration in our neighborhood doesn’t mean they all live here, or are expecting us to celebrate. And I want to be sure they don’t celebrate on my street again.

i kept thinking of the times when the street was not paved, and we would run to the window when we heard the sheep bells and the shepherds were leading their flocks to the pasture at the end of the street, and how much we celebrated those herds passing by.

This celebration, it emerges, was for a new torah – and had nothing to do with politics. But the real celebrations were in Tel Aviv – dancing in the streets for the possibility that our values could now be changing. We have to get up at 5:30 or so to do a birthday party up north so we’re going no where – but i will probably spend a sleepless night worried about how much Bibi could have contributed to the new government were he not such a narcissist.