Preface: Let me start off with, we are all sick of the coronavirus and the situation we are all in. I haven't been the most understanding of those who don't follow the (granted, very confusing) rules and this is something I am working on. I have to remind myself that most people really are trying to do the best that they can. And even if I don't agree or I can't understand it, that this is where they are coming from. So, this is something I am working on. (Coming back to this blog three months later, and apparently I still need to work on this).
Now, onto our adventures:
No, not that season, our holiday season. Normally, here in Israel, around the beginning of August everything begins to slow down. And if you need anything done, everyone says, we'll get to it after the holidays (meaning mid October) or, I don't know, might have to wait until after the holidays, etc... This year is obviously a bit (totally) different. First of all, the country has been semi shut down since mid March. It opens and closes and opens and closes. Currently we are basically closed for the next few weeks. (Oh, as of early December we are more open than before, because you know, we need to get ready to close again)
The kids attended school for about two weeks. And then schools shut down. My eldest attended his pre-army program for just under a month and now those are shut down. My work of course continues on as usual but I fear I'll end up with more shifts in the Corona units as those units expand and expand. (Well aren't I just a prophet)
Luckily the hubby can keep working from home. The happiest one around here is definitely my dog because now she has a full house of servants to let her in and out at will. And she can keep herself busy protecting all of us from the dangers that lurk outside, like leaves and the supermarket delivery guy (same guy for over a year and she still wants a chance to lick him to death).
Okay, so what have we really been up to? Hubby and I managed to sneak in a 20th wedding anniversary getaway to a hotel I've been eyeing for a few years. We had a fabulous time and somehow the hotel managed to get all of their workers to wear masks all of the time and even the guests were very compliant. And they managed to stagger meals and such so the hotel never felt crowded.
For anyone who has heard me discuss cocktails, well this was the place to be!!! Super fun cocktail bar happy hour... I would seriously go back to the hotel just for the cocktail hour. I mean, if the hotels reopen while I'm still youngish. If a bunch of bartenders can get two parents of four teens to feel cool and comfortable in a cocktail bar, when then those guys have earned their tips. Seriously, go to the cocktail bar. See me for details. I'll even go with you.
Back to regular life for yet another whirlwind of zoom back to school nights, technology program graduation for one girl, and cooking and more cooking for the holidays. We might be shut down but the cooking goes on and on and on.
DECEMBER
Well well well, if that ain't a kick in the pants. I apparently started this blog just as the holidays were starting here in September. Then of course, everything changed again and I forgot about it. And now I came back in December to write a new blog which is apparently titled, 'Tis the Season and well 'tis. Now it's the season of Hanukah, Hanukkah, Chanukah, Chanukah, whatever just give me some donuts.
I came back to write this blog mainly because of two hilarious events that both occurred this evening. I was cooking dinner and put some music on. So there is this new song that includes lots of popular Israeli singers. But I only know a few of them. So I had one teenage daughter watch the video with me and tell me who everyone is. She is apparently well versed on the culture because she knew everyone except the old people. (I knew the old people)
Then we are sitting at dinner. Me, my husband and three teens. The fourth teen is at his pre army program. So we are discussing something and I am sure it was relevant, when I asked if whoever they were talking about, was famous for belfies. My kids told me that's not a word, and even after I explained what it is they didn't believe me (you'll need to Google it). So then I asked our Google home thing that I hate, ok Google, what's a belfie? And well, Google is apparently just as knowledgeable as I am. You're welcome kids.....
What else that's semi normal have I been doing you ask? Well, in the few months between blogs we managed to sneak in a family vacation. I had originally planned to be in the USA visiting my parents and Target. But pandemic. Then we had planned a family vacation to Eilat, but also, pandemic. And then I planned a four night getaway to a little villa up in the north, plan C and we managed to pull it off. Come on kids, everyone into the teeny car, it will be fun! And it was.
Who knows when we will get to vacation together again. At some point in the next year my eldest will draft into the military. My girls are going to spend their spring and summer with matriculation exams. And my work vacation needs to be planned a year in advance. So we grabbed the chance and went and we had a lot of fun.
WORK
I know everyone loves my work stories. Unfortunately I haven't had as many hilarious Hebrew issues. I mean if I have, then my coworkers have managed a straight face. I have somewhat mastered understanding Hebrew with masks on. At the beginning of this situation it was impossible. I couldn't understand anyone. Now it's just the usual confusion.
Oh, I was reading messages from a work group and couldn't understand why we were discussing donkeys. Which is written חמור. We were apparently discussing material which is חומר.
Potato/potato. Whatever. Eventually I was like, something is off here....
I somehow have gotten over my fear of speaking during zoom meetings. Or not gotten over my fear but apparently what I want to say is more important than me being afaid of speaking over everyone on zoom. Staff meetings are so weird now. I miss when we all sat in a room and ate salad that someone made and quiches that someone made and kept getting shushed because 50 women can't exactly sit quietly. And hearing Hebrew and Russian and Arabic and English all being whispered. Good times that will hopefully be back again. I'll bring the cakes.
Oh, one last Hebrew thing. I am now absolutely convinced that some of our ummmmm, elder babies? Experienced babies? Long term babies? Whatever the term may be (I call them my buddies) Anyway, I am convinced that they recognize my accent. Because I walk into a shift and they wake up. They are like, oh, that American softie has arrived and she will definitely hold me during any free time she has. I will now wake up and make my best face and she will sit with me. And yep....




































