Hamas seems to inflict more danger on it home base in Lebanon than its enemy, Israel, so far. An explosion in a military complex near Tyre last night is the latest example. The explosion in the Beirut Port is another example. The damage in the warehouse of Hamas weapons has not been cleared up. Lebanon was such a dream for me – and I still hope my granddaughter can go skiing there in her lifetime. Don’t you?
For weeks I’ve been thinking of what I could possibly get my nine-year-old granddaughter. When I asked her what she wanted, she said “Snow,” and I promised to take her up north to Neve Nativ when there was enough snow to make into a snowball. But it is getting warmer again and we’re not evening expecting rain in the near future.
So what do we get her? Yesterday and today I have combed the shops – but there is nothing that could be needed or wanted. I will have to let you know what little girls in Israel need – beside snow.
Big party tonight. Ezi isn’t even invited because it’s just for women – lots of women. But from minute to minute the rules change drastically, and who knows what the next minute will bring. So what if only vaccinated elderly ladies are invited? They are probably the secret carriers….
That’s what its come to – I don’t trust my best friends –
When my friend offered to pay for lunch, I worried – Does she know how much this lunch costs? Prices in Israel are always high, but right now they’re skyrocketing. Here’s an example. A big mac here costs almost $20. And since MacDonalds is all over the world, we can easily compare. Our prices are four times the prices in Turkey.
No wonder I have no desire to go to the supermarket. It’s overwhelming. But it’s also enlightening, making me realize how much food I waste. I was giving it to the cat, but now I’ve been warned that I’m just making her lose her hunting skills. And I am now responsible for the possible danger of mice in the neighborhood….
I keep saying I want to buy local produce – and i check the labels on vegetables and fruits to make sure they are from here. And I try to buy from local companies.
But there is the internet. and it is so easy. And I am so hard to fit with my big feet and my long body. And the clothes here for older ladies are dumpy and cheap. And I don’t know where to shop any more. so I wear the same clothes until they fall apart or buy online things that almost fit. I need a local dresser.
More than that I need a local secretary who still retains something of a memory. once a week for beginners. any ideas? I’m sure if you think about it, you want one too. Someone to order your papers. A college girl who lives down the street and has patience for your ADHD,
The import tax on milk has been removed. It will look good on the books I suppose. Maybe take down the official cost of living which has sprung up recently. But the very thought of killing off the local dairy farmers is terrifying. they get less than ten percent of the cost of the milk products as it is, and the only people who will make money on this move are the politicians and the retailers.
There was a discussion today about whether to give the fourth vaccine to immunosuppressed people and I can’t seem to find out what the results of the meeting were. If Ezi can get that vaccine and it works we’re on our way to kiss grandchildren and start travelling around the world. But we’ve made it so far, so why worry now?
Think of all the disasters we’ve all escaped so far! Think of all the bombs we’ve taken cover from. Think of all the bicycles that almost ran into us.
All this sounds crazy but every day the news brings us information about something we could have fallen victim to. And yet, we’re still here. for the moment.
The Chan theater presented the musical of “The Plague” this evening and, as my friend Alona noted – the theater was filled with aging Ashkenazis. I went with my friend Nili who goes to everything and usually finds much good to say about every play, but was hard put to defend this one. I mean the acting was superb, the staging was remarkable, and the coordination was great. But the play has no plot, and tells the story of the discovery of the plague, its duration, and its end. There’s too much in it that we already know and we’re too involved in that to understand the philosophical significance of the delicacy of ‘normality’.
The theater was impressive, but I find it depressing to go to a play and not be able to chat with friends – primarily because I can’t see who they are.