For the second time this year we went to synagogue at 7 a.m. on thursday to witness a grandson put on tfilim and prepare himself to become part of the male Jewish community.  It was only announced the night before because thirteen year olds now have much more important things on their minds, but both of our kids proved they were at ease in the community, and remembered the prayers and what they were supposed to do. 

There was dancing and celebrations – of course the women were watching from the balcony.  

A grandmother would normally be sitting in the balcony enjoying the feeling only fulfillment – but I couldn’t stop thinking of the women in this war, how we are the victims in the balcony -and the men are making the decisions and determining our lives.

Of course that’s extreme – and the government we have now has lots of very vociferous women, almost all of whom I despise.  But the women of Gaza are the ones above ground, while the men of Hamas are in the tunnels.  

All right – I’m not making sense. I barely slept last night and I’ve spent the day keeping busy so I wouldn’t think about the internet and/or the war.