Just out of reach

Just out of reach

Just out of reach Day 23 We are home again. Our visit to the Kinneret was odd. It was quieter up there. The sounds of action to the north were absorbed by the mountains that surround the sea. Every so often you could hear muffled sounds, but not much at all. Most of...
Tiny sparks of light

Tiny sparks of light

Tiny sparks of light Day 22 – Shabbat It’s shabbat morning. The resort, which is filled to capacity with evacuees from the North, doesn’t appear to have organized a morning prayer service. My husband trots off to the designated “synagogue” to go see if there is...
Middle finger

Middle finger

Middle finger Day 21 – Friday It’s finally Friday. Today is the day that we are going up to the Kineret for our weekend getaway. But before we do that, we are going out for our usual Friday morning breakfast. Only today, we have a small guest with us. Last night...
Small indulgence

Small indulgence

Small indulgence Day 20 I’m still reeling from the things I read yesterday evening. Sleep last night was intermittent and fitful. I suppose I should be grateful for the fact that I almost never remember my dreams. Although, I do remember waking up many times during...
Broken

Broken

Broken Day 19 It’s Wednesday morning. Shopping day. This is the third shopping day since the war began. Our local supermarket – a large grocery store and part of a country-wide chain, serves the region where I live. This consists of approximately 80,000 –...
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