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we were going to meet the kids before the lockdown tonight at 8:30.  yesterday morning I bought chicken breasts to make for their dinner, something very unlike Ezi’s taste, but standard favorite fare for Ezi.  And Challahs.  And hamentaschen – something very unlike my taste – but standard fare for Purim.  And we made hummus and all kinds of salads.   And we planned for sushi take-out too, because our granddaughter has a big competition in artistic gymnastics tomorrow and she’s freaking out.  So now we’re stuck at home alone with no room in the fridge.

In a normal time, I would have invited a whole bunch of friends for a party instead – but no one can go out.  the kids are next door.  maybe we’ll just dump all the food on them.  

 

In the end they showed up for tea.  And we found a place in the freezer.  And of course, we talked politics.

 

 

february 26, 2021 – Purim Read Post »

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Every time I see grandparents with their children, my heart goes out.  I’d love nothing more than to listen to the megilla in costume with little children.  Not in a dry reading, but the humorous version of someone like Mendy Kahan, who reveals a different costume as the story focuses on a different character.  Or perhaps a Purim Shpiel  – my role as haman as a child left a mark on me.  I so enjoyed being part of the story that every aspect of the tale is burned in my character.  What is evil?  What is good?  When does Good become evil?  What is fate?  What is fated?  How can fate be changed?  How can we know what should be done?    

in any case, my kids won’t be exposed to the entire spectrum of human heroism, hatred, and deception.  They know the story, they have acted in the plays, but it has been softened severely – these kids have suffered enough.  

and we can’t celebrate with them.  They have to meet other children, with and sometimes without masks, and anyway, they have forgotten our significance in their lives and won’t run to us to show us their costumes, or tell stories about their successes or failures at the parties.

february 25, 2021 – purim parties for corona Read Post »

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On our biweekly walks on the Israel Trail we go through a route determined in advance by the guide.  This is our fourth year, walking from the northern most point of Israel to the southern tip, so we have to cover a certain amount of space each time.  This means we have to walk at a certain pace.  And we have to miss a lot of things.  And I’m so exhausted afterward I barely function the next day.  

Why do I do it, then?  Yesterday we were in fields of the most beautiful flowers in the world – black irises, tel-aviv garlic (yes – only in the coastal area of this county). and all I could do was snap hurried pictures.  

But now I know where to go back to see the flowers – near Ramat Poleg.

And to know where I want to return is the important thing.  I don’t care about going back to the crusader castle ruins, or the battle sites and memorials for lost soldiers, and I’m glad we went through them quickly.

Suddenly I’m feeling like Joseph Addison, or maybe Samuel Johnson.  Like an old fogie giving advice and trying to teach the young generation how to behave.

But slow walking is for amazing beauty, for smelling flowers. 

february 24, 2021 – on the virtues of slow-walking Read Post »

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time to consider values.  the fact that we have ‘overbought’ and have vaccinations to spare means that we can give some away.  But to make the giving conditional on political concessions is somewhat questionable to me,  morally.  Diplomatic decisions – not clinical ones.

and who decides?  the government? the prime minister?  

and who decides who deserves vaccines?  our neighbors?  

Precisely because of the reversal of values characteristic of Purim, I wrote this poem It is connected to my fear of the decisions we make in the inebriation of success. 

february 24, 2021 – another thought on purim Read Post »

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from the alexander river to netanya

Things didn’t go as usual for us on the trail.  It was a great trail, as usual.  It was much harder than promised, as usual.  But our mix-up made it harder.  Because we spent a whole morning cleaning the tar from the shoes we wore to the beach last wednesday, we really didn’t feel like ruining another pair of shoes on the beach walk.   The oil spill was only announced on Thursday, but it has been repeated over and over on the news that the entire coast is polluted from an oil spill.   So when Rami posted that we’ll be walking along the beach but it was clean, we  didn’t believe him, and we found the oldest possible shoes, with as few ridges as possible.  Mine were summer sneakers, Ezi’s were old worn-out dress shoes.  

But the beaches were totally clean.  Alexander River kissed the sea.  

and the boulders along the shore kissed each other

But we had no traction.  I was slipping and sliding when we left the beach – especially because, as it turned out, my shoes and my socks were full of sand.  Ezi slipped going down a hill and turned his ankle.  

We should have believed our guide.

and then we raced home so I could do a zoom with the IAWE.

 

 

 

february 23, 2021 – israel trail Read Post »

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This is a shamefaced confession.  We have elections in less than a month  and it should be a no-brainer for me. I’ve always voted Labor.  I believe in their ideology.  And Benny Ganz is considered such a loser that 150 Generals today asked him to take himself off the ballot because he won’t get enough votes to get into parliament.    But yesterday when someone asked me who I wanted most in the government I found myself saying his name.  The courage he showed by joining the government against all advice because he wanted to influence the decisions in the past year has proven effective.  He has forced a measure of honesty and answerability it has not known in ages.  A gadfly of the highest order, he took time to find his voice – but voice he found.  And I’m proud of him.  Doesn’t anyone else believe this?

february 22, 2021 – Benny ganz Read Post »

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Since almost everything opened yesterday, I have been scared to leave the house.  It seems like a no-brainer that everyone mixing together is going to create a wave – one like we have experienced numerous times in the past year.  

and tomorrow we’re going on the Israel Trail – mostly along the polluted beach.  I’m still recovering from our last visit to the beach.  It was just the beginning of the oil spill and the tar along the coast.  We don’t seem to be talking about the identity of the ship that perpetrated the crime because we are trying to make peace with our neighbors, but we’re really in trouble because we’re not containing the spill.  We’re just mopping up.  What’s more important? Turtles or peace?

 

february 22, 2021 – which masks for purim? Read Post »

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Instead of going out to nature today we wound up cleaning up the tar from our shoes from our walk a couple of days ago.  Even though Ezi took the cleaning outside, the whole house smells of kerosene.  And the situation has gotten worse 

The whole coast from the northern border down to Ashkelon is full of tar.  Friends who are more active than we feel today have gone to the shore to help clean up, and some even volunteer to spot creatures wounded by the tar – turtle eggs for example.  The cause of the tar is probably dumping some ship from the north, but whatever it is, it is deadly to the plant, fish, amphibian and animal life here.  We’re under siege.

later: it seems that this tar comes from a ship that got flipped in the storm.  That may mean the leak will go on for a while causing even more damage to the environment, and apparently, to the health of those who are trying to clean it up. 

february 20, 2021 – tar Read Post »