in the past few days some rules have changed on this site – technically.  or maybe i’ve just forgotten the rules, and it is not as easy for me to be spontaneous.  couldn’t even get the title to work today.  And if i have to have titles and follow rules, I just may have to find another way to express myself.  maybe I can find a free-dance class, one of those where older people are encouraged to find their core…

there were too many zooms for me to cope last night.  Tonight another zoom that I was informed about yesterday, that has me reading a poem in Hebrew about light.  I was informed when I received the invitation, and it sent me into a spin.  I spent the day trying to create a poem that would suit the subject, and when Ezi came home from the hospital and read it, he shrugged his shoulders – banal.  His hematological treatment, the cold I caught somewhere the day before that sent me to bed early, the vaccines –  all was forgotten.  the poem was trashed, and an older, less relevant poem replaced.  who knows if I made it in time to add it to the screen share.  

now I’ve got such a cold that if I joined the zooms I promised, I’d be broadcasting from my bed, wearing these fluffy white pajamas, my eiderdown pulled up to my chest, the Sambucol and a box of tissues on the bedside table, with an occasional glass tea, and speaking in a hoarse voice punctuated by coughs and sneezes.  

yes, I’m clutching my pearls.