Doughnuts and music
Sometimes a dream doesn't know which road to take and then I wake up. Like last night. I dreamt that I sat alone at a small table and listened to an orchestra when the band leader stepped forward. He was a very young man whom I did not know. He looked at me and said: "The next song I am going to dedicate to you!" And that's when I woke up. Darn it, now I would never know which song he wanted to dedicate to me, would it be a new one, an old one, romantic, sentimental, maybe Schubert's Serenade, or even modern and so terrible hip-hop which I hate, or what? Why can't a dream finish itself and not leave me hanging? It's just as if the dream itself doesn't know where and how to continue, so it solves the problem by waking me up. It's Hanukka week, our lovely holiday of the miracle, the lights and the doughnuts. I really don't mind the miracle and the lights, but I definitely mind the doughnuts. Wherever I go, whatever I look at ? it's doughnuts and again doughnuts. Is this God's way of challenging His chosen people's willpower? Hanukka miracles
So this past week was the week of the phantom, he came and he went and he came and he went until I could finally claim that I have a new computer! It was not quite painless though. Once, after he left, I noticed that he had screwed down my computer chair to his size, which means that I reached with my nose to the desk. I tried to readjust my chair but with my proverbial talent it remained as it was and I had to use the key board by hit or miss. "What's with you, woman? We are in Israel, and it's time for you to type in the country's language!" Whether I liked it or not I had to call the phantom again. He coaxed my computer to write English and he readjusted my chair. There are still several small things which need to be done, but right now I have to recover from his presence in my house and I will call him again as soon as I feel up to it. This may take a while. |
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