I am in here.
Odd things to get used to, being home: I can understand all the conversations I eavesdrop on I can read every sign on the street There’s a car in the garage waiting for me to drive it My friends are not seven time zones away My husband is not seven time zones away Re-acclimating oneself … Continue reading Home again
It looks like home. It smells like home. It is full of cats who meow at me and snuggle me and fall asleep drooling on the bedspread, like home. It must be home!
So I’m the only one in the First Class of El Al’s flight 007 to JFK. (Modern times sure bring us odd-looking integers and initials, don’t they?) I sleep on the floor on a futon for a week and a half, covered with an old red comforter with pink stitching, and I learn to walk … Continue reading Homeward Bound
Tis after my farewell dinner with M, and the main room has been swept and adjusted for the arrival of Gil so that he and M can go over the upcoming tapings for the weekend TV show. Dafna has turned on the red hanging lamp, and lit candles all over the bureau. I snuggle in … Continue reading Candle-lighting time in Jaffa
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