the international photography exhibit took place in and around the Daniel Amichai Rowing Center. It’s been going on for weeks but I only got to it today.
And what a surprising collection of groups of photos from around the world!
We had the proper overwhelming thanksgiving dinner yesterday and are suitably stuffed today. But that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen to us on Hannukah. Unless the new variant keeps us away from the children we’ve got latkes and sufganiyot every night of the week, starting Sunday evening. So for the moment we’ve got a little time to ourselves, and I managed to screw up the connections to this website. Now I’ve got to find someone who knows something about wordpress so I don’t screw it up further.
A few years ago we started celebrating thanksgiving – it is a great holiday because nothing is expected of you but food. Turkey used to be more common than chicken, so it wasn’t a problem. Ground turkey, turkey shnitzel, turkey breasts – it was cheap. But in recent years I can’t find a turkey to save my life. I wound up with a big chicken and I’m hoping I’ll be able to pass it off as turkey. I’ll let you know. Happy Thanksgiving.
Because my watch has been warning me that my heart suddenly speeds up for no reason – even in my sleep, I wrote my doctor this morning. He wrote back that I should get a 24 hour halter to measure it properly and sent me the number. I spent the rest of the morning trying to get to the right number and when I finally found the right place, they told me they’d call me back. They didn’t.
When I saw it isn’t going to happen, I called the general number of the health clinic again and they said that the only thing they can do is give me an appointment for January. “Should I go to the emergency ward?” I asked. “No, no! Wait for us to get back to you.” So if you don’t hear from me, know I’m still waiting.
I was sure no one would be there. Elections of the board of the Writers’ Association in Hebrew couldn’t be terribly interesting, I thought. So I promised I’d be five minutes and went in. But I had to show my green pass, get checked off the list, go through a bunch of welcoming candidates, and then get in line for the registration and voting booths. There was a lot of kissing on the way and promises to get back to the stage and screen. But I kept thinking about the old days, about the enormous events we had, the amazing friday afternoons at the cafe, the interviews and conferences – above all, the respect given to literature and the development of a culture. Now it’s all nostalgia. Nostalgia and maybe hope
i wanted to call this section “tiv tam and tomatoes” – because it’s only a detail of a short shopping trip. But it was such a strange and funny detail.
I noticed today when I dragged Ezi to Tiv Tam in search of a turkey for thanksgiving that the store was almost empty. It seems that the times it is crowded are when most people think no one is shopping – nights and weekends. So the fact that everyone was speaking only Arabic in a Russian supermarket was very obvious. Anyway, we were picking out vegetables when a lady in a hijab complained in Arabic that the tomatoes were not the best quality. Immediately the clerk began rolling the un-picked-over tomatoes from the unreachable top of the piled-high tray down to her. Luckily we understood and waited until she’d picked her tomatoes. Then we picked ours. Bandoora. Always good, as the cat said, to learn a foreign language….
I just don’t know about hotels. Everyone in Israel seems to think it’s a form of vacation in itself, but I only am interested in going places and seeing things. The idea of sitting around in a lobby in the evening and listening to some guitarist while you’re buying clothes for the next vacation on the internet – not my idea of fun. Our hotel was also challenged by the fact that most of the activities take place in the open pool area, and it was … raining in the desert. Nevertheless, we managed to find great pleasure in our stay at the Kedma, and may return… but with friends…