Cold and Drizzly

These last few days have been cold and drizzly - I LOVE this weather.  One can actually do something,  take a walk, work in the greenhouse,  walk to a bus stop, go shopping.  I find no fault at all in the weather. If only I, and everyone I knew, felt the same about this "ceasefire." I have yet to meet one person who trusts it, who thinks it will hold, who does not dread what is coming next. Cold, drizzly, pleasant conditions for us living here in the center of the country.  Not so for the soldiers, for the people in Gaza, in Lebanon, in the north of Israel in the south - those who will not and can not return to their homes.  And over everything and everyone, the unimaginable plight of the hostages casts its poll.  It lies above us like a soggy, drippng, sodden, mud soaked shroud.

The sound of overhead planes continues to be unnerving, I am still scared to take a shower for longer than a nanosecond - what if the siren goes and I have to run to the building next door.  I thought I had perfected the art of a lightning shower in drought stricken California - those were long compared with the few seconds it takes me here.

The headlines are apocalyptic. Bibi wants to curtail the freedom of speech.  The blood crazed messianic zealots want to settle in Gaza.  Reservists are not getting paid. The north is destroyed - homes have to be rebuilt, schools opened, no one is willing to return.  This country is broken.  And Sara Netanyahu wants compensation as victim of terror and crime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because some lights were broken in their home in Caesarea - they weren't there, and SO WHAT.??? The whole scenario may be laughable (sort of) if it weren't so very very sad. 

This is why I haven't written much,,,, but I promised those interested that I will continue, so I try.