this is why I started this blog in 2001, to let the people I love know I’m still here, that I haven’t blown up yet and so far all is well.

So at 5 I told our trainer I was on my way to the doctor at 5:30 and she said “No, you can’t.  There’s going to be rocket-fire at 6.   Can’t you see no one is outside?   

Just to make sure I called my step-daughter who knows everything and she confirmed. 

So I apologetically cancelled the doctor.  The secretary was angry – so late – and I’m sure the doctor would have liked to go home early and be with his family in a safe shelter. 

But I waited for the last minute because I kept thinking – it isn’t logical – 6 is the wrong time – it’s just before iftar.  They would wait until the celebrations for idl fitr. 

And the rockets didn’t come.  So in the meantime, we cleaned out the chemical toilet in the shelter, brought some food and games for later, and came upstairs for dinner.  

My friend called to say she asked her granddaughter to sum up her first school year.  “It started,” she said, “With zoom, zoom, zoom, and is ending with “boom, boom, boom.”

I expect a ‘boom’ shortly.