the heatwaves this year have confused all of us. These pomegranates next door are not due to ripen until the new year in September. Never mind – I’ll enjoy them anyway.
Our visit to Jaffa today was not the way I like to go to Jaffa. I prefer wandering through the market, trying on jewelry, buying some shoes, talking to people, having a leisurely lunch, and then vegetables and home. But it’s too hot. And we only went there because Ezi got a notice that a package awaited him – not at the usual pickup points in our neighbhood, but in a grocery in Jaffa. Ezi couldn’t even figure out what he had ordered so he wanted to race there as soon as possible. It turned out to be a knife-sharpening machine that excited him and made him want to race home. I barely managed to get myself to Abulafia and get picked up to go home.
What are the chances we will reopen the good fence to Lebanon? Remember how great it was when you could walk across and buy stuff? Remember the people who came over the border to work here? I’m thinking I’d love to be able to pass some of the medicines that saved our lives over that fence to people there. And it’s just past Ricky’s house – a short walk to Lebanon.
As we waved farewell to 700, 000 vaccinations, now on their way to South Korea, we started to get ready for another few months of home base. Boosters for the un-immune haven’t been improved yet.
I do understand why the Palestinians rejected the gift of health – 1. they don’t trust us and maybe we deserved that in the past 2. they want another chance to show the world how evil we are. But our hospitals have been full of Palestinians who came here for treatments – including their highest leaders. Then, they trusted us. But they don’t mention that. Yechi Sinwar is only alive because of the months he spent in treatment here. And I will bet anything that he, himself, has been vaccinated.
It’s not the Palestinians I’d mad at – it’s the leaders. I don’t care how much they want to kill us, but why should they die needlessly?
because everyone is in the country, because it is considered ‘safer’ here, there is no room to move. We went to the pool this morning – me and a granddaughter – no room to swim. we want to meet some friends in the afternoon – but we have to be very careful about the hours because of the traffic. The streets around us are all dug up in anticipation of the improved public transportation system, so the local cars are all lined up on our street trying to get out.
We couldn’t go to the park as a family because the puppy is still not totally vaccinated and not even leashed-trained, and the park had other families entertaining their dogs.
But of course, I exaggerate our complaints. We’re not in Tokyo, we don’t have tickets to Tokyo, and we personally don’t have any variants at the moment. Despite the dilapidated appearance of our building, it hasn’t fallen down, or been blown up. We haven’t contributed to the automobile pollution because we barely use our only car, and we Will find some way to help people in Lebanon.
And of course, since our news programs aren’t saying anything about all the crises in the world and here, we’re pretending things are fine – just fine.
