A few notes on this Saturday eve as the sun sinks behind the Mediterranean in my ‘lil city of Tel Aviv:
1) The neighbor saga. Not good. Guess who read my blog and is NOT amused by my quirky (a friend terms it “cheeky”) sense of humor? Despite attempts at remedying the situation, methinks no amount of patching will stymie the hole in this blown tire. shit. shit. shit.
However, it is time to stop blogging about it. Enough already.
2) Israeli lifeguards. You could write a book. They sit in a wooden tower facing the sea watching people frolic day in and out. You don’t even know they’re up there on calm sea days. But get an undertow or high tide going and oops! There they are! Barking non-stop at swimmers through their megaphones.
“Move away from the breakers!” “Hey you in the white swimsuit, did you hear me?” “Okay that’s it. All three of you come over here to the lifeguard tower right now“.
Standard stuff. Except when it’s not standard. Which is the constant stream in-between the standard stream. Because…gee i dunno. It’s Israel and the rules don’t apply? Or they know they won’t get sued for poking fun or being rude? Or because it keeps boredom at bay?
“Hey parents! Where are you? This is not your bathtub. I am not your babysitter. Does that kid in the blue even have a parent here?” or “All of you move away from the breakers. That goes for you, too, Mahatma Gandhi” or “Gina! Where have you been all morning? Come over to the tower and we’ll have coffee! I dreamed about you last night.“
3) I was going to write about how nuts I find the situation in Sderot & Gaza to be and how upsetting it is to see front page images of children terrorized by or glazed over from exposure to constant air raid sirens and rocket hits. But I don’t have the energy for it. And quite frankly, it seems every other person in these parts has something to say about “the situation”. So I’ll let the others do the saying.
Over & out