delivery -4.24.26
i’ve been ordering online for years now. It started out because of my back – the reaching down to the bottom shelves, the heavy bags – it was all too much for me until I got my hips replaced.
But I got into the habit.
And every week a guy rings my door and leaves me half of what I ordered, but usually on time. But yesterday, as I began to tell you, was a particularly busy day. So when the groceries hadn’t arrived well over an hour after the time, I left. A few hours later the phone rang. “Where are you running around? I’m ringing and there’s no answer!” Assuming this was the delivery boy, I responded, “I’m out, but my husband is home. If he’s not answering he’s probably asleep – just leave the bags at the door.” “You’re running around, and your husband is home? That’s not right!” This conversation went on for a while and I realized I didn’t even know he spoke Hebrew, and here he was kidding around with me over the phone.
This is what the synagogue looked like in its prime. it’s all on wikipedia.
For Independence Day we went to visit the Great Synagogue that is finally being restored. It’s been ugly for so long, its beauty defaced, on a street closed for renewal. It was an amazing feeling to see the synagogue whose decline we’ve following for ages returning to its original function. I think it gives me a feeling that the country too can be restored to the place it was when Ezi’s grandfather built that dome in 1925. The values were never completely pure, but they had a dream.