It’s not only flowers.  Everywhere I go, everything I do that is connected with money – I screw up.  But today’s flowers reminded me.  

Today I wanted to buy poinsettia for a sick friend in Nazareth I’m going to visit in the morning.  At first, I went online to have them delivered tomorrow and the price was 89 shekel.  But somehow I was worried that it would arrive on time, and I decided to go pick them up myself.  Time is money so even though I was charged 150 shekel, I decided it was safer.  And because the container was ugly I bought a straw one for another 50 shekalim.  

On the way back, I thought – what a businesswoman I am.  Just like yesterday, when I signed a contract to publish a book that would cost me an inordinate amount of money because I thought that the ms. has been laying around a long time, I was too tired to look for a publisher, and considered that all things considered, publishing it with them would cover all my problems and leave me free to write a new book.  And then I transferred the major portion of the sum.  

That’s when I began worrying about the exact definition of words in the contract and realized that certain things were not included.  It was like the plant I bought for too much.  And I remembered the first rule of opticians – They put the glasses on the customer and say, “That is 1$100. ”  If the customer doesn’t blink, he says, “That will be for the frames.  The lenses are another $100.”  And if the customer still doesn’t blink, he says “each.”

This is the way our politics has been working on Bibi,  So I’m not the only sucker in the world.

But if you want to pre-order a book in Hebrew that my publisher said was incredibly innovative and exciting (before I paid her), it’s 60 shekalim.