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this is only a draft, but something is going on with the internet and the computer, so i’m saving it here.  enjoy:

Soap opera

Lately I’ve been watching the washing machine.

It’s a scream the way one sock can get stuck to the door

As if it’s trying to escape, and the rest of the batch

Keeps trying to pull it back, back to conventional cleanliness.

Or are the working out how they can join the single hero

And free themselves from the rolling torture?

 

Eventually it loses, as do all the single individuals who

Only to live their life in a world as solitary souls

And I watch, knowing it will fail, and everything in a minute

Will go to the dryer.  And I will turn off the washer

And move to a more banal program on television.

february 22, 2021 – washing machine Read Post »

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Because Michael Kagan mentioned his participation in a zoom tonight at the Ghetto Fighters Association – Lochanei HaGhettaot, I was able to join in.  Michael was one of the stars, talking about his father’s participation in the escape tunnel.  And the evening was so fascinating that I clung to every detail  throughout the two hours, wishing I could get a question in about my aunt and her fate.   all i have are different stories in different books. and a slide of 60 fighters divided into 3 groups.

there are other faceless people in the chart, but only my aunt is a woman.

i’ll be talking a little more about her tomorrow at 1 EST here

february 14, 2021 – zhedtl Read Post »

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sometimes a chance conversation leads you into strange places.  i’m sure my granddaughter was not expecting these answers, but they elicited a true story I would never have thought of telling:

So what have you been up to, Grandma?

We bought a slingshot not realizing it’s considered a weapon and it was stopped at customs

the slingshot sounds fun, a shame they wouldn’t let you keep it

We’ll make our own slingshots.

what will you do with them?

Scare the wild parrots who eat the flowers  off the tree in front of our window

It’s a problem now because in the lockdown we kind of adopted a wild cat who comes to eat every day and then leaves.   But she has to let us know when she is downstairs and needs to get in the door.  For a while she was calling us from outside the window .  But now she climbs the tree and looks in our window and meows.  When she sees us, she climbs down and goes  to wait at the door.  But if we start shooting beans at the birds , she’ll get scared and fall out of the tree…

She’s an old cat. She has to watch her step.  See?  We have an exciting life.

february 14, 2021 – whatsapp conversation with granddaughter Read Post »

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we may be masked, we may be keeping far away, but we’re beginning to creep out of our holes.  With less than a thousand a day diagnosed positive, we are beginning to open up.  There were people in the park, friends visiting, and a wonderful sunny day.  We didn’t do much, but the world seemed to be suddenly – promising.  Tomorrow  we are even going to a birthday party! two! one during lunch, and one in the afternoon.  you’re welcome to join in the afternoon if you’d like – Rivka Bassman is 96 and launching her latest book.  here’s the link to register: 

february 13, 2021 – people, people1 Read Post »

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We pass it often on the way to the medical center, the statue of Raoul Wallenberg. Most times I get very sad at his heroic and tragic history.  But there are times I want to be his friend, to play with him and make ammends to him.  

So today we walked over to him and played.  He disappeared in the year I was born, and died in a Soviet prison two years later, but his generosity and the salvation of thousands of Hungarian Jews will never be forgotten. I hope that if his spirit remains, his generosity extends extends even to me, and I made him smile.  

february 9, 2021 – the statue of Raoul Wallenberg Read Post »

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Everyone in our building has seen the jackal.  Most of the time in the same place, on the left patch of ferns near the entrance.  But when we call the municipality, and they come with all their equipment to get rid of the potentially rapid aminal, the beast is nowhere to be found. 

Not surprisingly, Bibi has managed to elude the courts for almost 5 years, when the case opened, but today when he appeared, he was out within 15 minutes, after his plea of not guilty.  He managed to squeeze in a meeting with the minister of health in the hallway, and appear incredibly busy with political matters the entire time he was in court.  And he seems to have managed to postpone the trial until long after the elections.  And all the news that claim that the case against Bibi is rigged means that with every appearance in court, he gets more votes. 

Maybe we should vote for the jackal.

 

 

february 8, 2021 – politics and the jackal Read Post »

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it’s not the lymphoma that worries him – it’s the serology.  His Ichilov doctor for 13 years told him to make sure he takes a test.  But when he asked about the results, they told him that it would take a month.  That’s when he realized that the test was for research, not for him.  By chance I had a test scheduled in Assuta, so as soon as he returned I dragged him along, and we both go the tests together.  After two hospitals in one day the poor guy is exhausted, but we should know if the vaccine works on immune-challenged patients in 24 hours.

 

Feb 7, 2021 – Ezi’s final – continued Read Post »