Woke up to sirens again. As I scrambled down to the shelter I remembered my fear from last time I was done there...Boom boom... The streets are just that little bit emptier... I'm hearing sirens again... Yes, the fear, it has returned again, I feel it now.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Sunscreen
The heat is firing us up in Israel. Summer means more than sweat, it also comes with protests and wars so we have to be sure to be protected. My sage advice is don't forget your sunscreen.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Common Sense
It may have been a while...someone recently reminded me of this blog and I think it's a good writing exercise to return to.
The other week I left behind my common sense.... I went in the morning to fill up my car with petrol. I put the pump into the car and then put the tab down that continues to pump it while I went to clean the windshield. I finished cleaning, heard a click and then took the handle of the pump out of the car and then liquid petrol started gushing everywhere, all over my clothes, all over the side of the car and the ground, for a split second I couldn't figure out what was going on until I realised and shoved the pump back into the car...At which point I looked around at the mess that I had created in disbelief and didn't quite know what to do with myself.
The woman behind me decided to step in and give her opinion for free...I think you should go and tell them inside, I looked down at the puddle of petrol and I knew she was right. So I went inside, and told the man, his comment was איזה ריח which translates as..what a smell...it then slowly dawned on me that I would have to go home and change, so whatever chance I had of making it to work before 9am was slowly slipping away... I threw water on the car, on the puddle and then hurriedly slipped away in my car back to my house.
I had to soak my clothes for 5 days until the smell went away.
I couldn't drive my car because I was convinced that it was highly flammable.
I got to work at 10:18am.
Today I did it again, I left my common sense at home, but I only realised it much later in the day.
I saw him on the corner with a girl. Another girl. A different girl, yet they were all the same.
I was walking home clutching groceries.
I couldn't help it, I went up to them and I said my name.
I told her who I was.
In a thick American accent, the words, didn't I meet you last week? Ventured out from her mouth.
They sounded like such silly words. She sounded silly.
I could do was stare at her and shake my head.
All I could do was walk myself home, come inside and find my common sense sitting there on the table just where I had thought I had left it, next to some pieces of broken glass.
The other week I left behind my common sense.... I went in the morning to fill up my car with petrol. I put the pump into the car and then put the tab down that continues to pump it while I went to clean the windshield. I finished cleaning, heard a click and then took the handle of the pump out of the car and then liquid petrol started gushing everywhere, all over my clothes, all over the side of the car and the ground, for a split second I couldn't figure out what was going on until I realised and shoved the pump back into the car...At which point I looked around at the mess that I had created in disbelief and didn't quite know what to do with myself.
The woman behind me decided to step in and give her opinion for free...I think you should go and tell them inside, I looked down at the puddle of petrol and I knew she was right. So I went inside, and told the man, his comment was איזה ריח which translates as..what a smell...it then slowly dawned on me that I would have to go home and change, so whatever chance I had of making it to work before 9am was slowly slipping away... I threw water on the car, on the puddle and then hurriedly slipped away in my car back to my house.
I had to soak my clothes for 5 days until the smell went away.
I couldn't drive my car because I was convinced that it was highly flammable.
I got to work at 10:18am.
Today I did it again, I left my common sense at home, but I only realised it much later in the day.
I saw him on the corner with a girl. Another girl. A different girl, yet they were all the same.
I was walking home clutching groceries.
I couldn't help it, I went up to them and I said my name.
I told her who I was.
In a thick American accent, the words, didn't I meet you last week? Ventured out from her mouth.
They sounded like such silly words. She sounded silly.
I could do was stare at her and shake my head.
All I could do was walk myself home, come inside and find my common sense sitting there on the table just where I had thought I had left it, next to some pieces of broken glass.
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